His teeth reel her in to reveal secrets in the shallows of her tongue.
Tracking his soft-lipped mouth, her fingers sigh;
her mask collapses.
(a woodpecker taps, a blackbird cries)
Radiant and emerging, they feed each other rivers and bones.
Brenda Warren 2015
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Lovely … what an interestingly romantic write!
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“rivers and bones” – I love that.
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Nice use of the words!
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I so wanted this to be longer.
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Me too, OE, but I ran out of steam.
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Sigh. So romantic.
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Your title is so appropriate. Great wordling.
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