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Judson Crews
His Heavy
Lips and a small green
leaf dangling there
certainly
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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