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Blason for a Stranger

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your mirror lips extend my own

riddles i mouth you deftly decode

and sweetly spit back into me

key swap gold

your seaweed hair captures sight

locks bait and hook and fasten light

and strands corral in pulsing sea

net fish tight

your chocolate eyes are toffee chew

liquorice lashes drip candies through

yummy chunks of honey rubies

stick drip glue

your ivory limbs tug blood from skin

suck watery soil draw spoils within

and soothe the ground with dewed leaves

seed blown wind

your opal mind is treasure massed

galactic depth and gravity grasped

in its nuance the holy glean

full rich cache

your dominion meets my own

perfumed valleys greet the glow

of warm eves sweating ripe cherries

star crown home

 

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