In the mornings
When it’s too early for language
I see in your face
No words
But snapshots of other beautiful things
And I wake my mind by finding
Imperfect metaphors
Like
Your lips are like orange segments --
the shape is right
and the pushing of meat against skin ...
Segment is an ugly word
and you don’t taste like oranges ...
but I want them now …
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