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[vintagemod]

RLRRLLRLRRLL

she peels the lableback with her fingernails
and scrapes her thighs, rudiments against the coming spring.
red dress and breasts shallow, like her breath,
she swoons with seagulls on the horizon.
she sits, her anklelegs crossed and dripping
with heat - like her man's brow, staring at her lips
and tits and everything from freckles to floor.

her face isn't comin in too clearly, now...
like stenciled lines ona television screen,
and macaroons with chocolate sauce;
can't ya just taste 'er?

teeth posing, yellowgreen apples,
the whiteness crunching on blank addresses.
her stomach tumults in frenzied catastrophes
before she changes her position.

focus, focus.

markers grading the hems of her dress,
they're handuponskinuponhandandleg...
pulling at strings and hair and organs
and letting out aches and sighs and shallow pants.
sloooow down, he says, and watch
as she arches her back...

we all watch as she peels the lableback with her fingernails
and scrapes her thighs.
rudiments...
against the coming spring.

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ps. constructive criticisms?