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Winter

Open wide your
                       mouth of jade flame, spill

your freckled gems like salt
                                   on a snow-drift brain.

Slick my lips
with a silver
            pitch
                        that slips, a birds spiral
                        switch to southern tongues

I am an old woman's
                                            hand holding a lover's
                                                                                        worm-thin secret.

You,
a stiletto
beam, a meager
spoon, a nap at 3

in the "afterwards"
                                     a black-sea spume

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