Cliffside

 That night you took me to the cliffs,
you whispered into the dying sun and
shook the hollows of my bones;
dense secrets that my heart lapped up
like honeydew and cantaloupe.
Your hands wandered the caves of my
spine and the branches of my hair.
You left me breathless; a dissolving
poetess, melted by a foreign tongue
of love and lust, and you lapped me up
from moon craters and stardust.

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