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Fisting Pantoum

A crashing wave of bonfire
You have swept me up in your palm
Inching yourself into my deepest center
Your knuckles a welcome fit

You have swept me up in your palm
There is nothing like the feel of you
Your knuckles a welcome fit
The smell of kerosene and sulfur

There is nothing like the feel of you
Eyes wild and backward
The smell of kerosene and sulfur
Five fingers and one wide palm

Eyes wild and backward
Inching yourself into my deepest center
Five fingers and one wide palm
A crashing wave of bonfire