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The feline body in the center of my bed awaits
in heat until sailing with hardship into my throat’s
mould. Let me shout the occupation of my lacks,
harvesting desire in my warm mouth, criminally
licking the voracious winter in Vancouver.
Skin temperature above normal, naked from head
to toe, I am an extreme marginal, female conception
that understands the contact between sheaths
an infamous savoir in the feminine eroticism.
Infinite shallow to the effect of talking
and circling around them.
I invite another woman to be present in my bordering
her map’s edge, nearing the shores of a rock plenty
in tears. Only to discover what is impenetrable in us,
beyond what nourishes the unlimited and infinite memory
of the sea, unspoiled by lubricated feeling.
And in this oblique space, I find a piece of your hips
in my littered lettering, enamored by our foreign tongues.
Quivering in free fall just to get here, surrendering
the real precipice I become when seeing you vulnerable
on my page, writing the crescent alphabet of pleasure
and threading my vast love for you.