Effability

bright sun and lace shadows
the bird bones of your back we 
trace delicate tracks on a table
top a drop of wine sucked from your 
finger as you speak in tongues
for me

later, i will want 
to press your shoulders against
those rough stone pillars 
to
swell together 
a bite under
your jawline a 
last 
taste of Malbec from 
your lips 

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