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Judson Crews

His Heavy

Lips and a small green

leaf dangling there


his mouth is perfumed

with fresh sap


your narrow cheeks

and longish chin

                                    your eyes

slanting with their heavy lids


His arms slender and buoyant


You are covering yourself

with leaves


Will he eat them

Savoring the ferment

their pungence clinging

to your damp flesh

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