Though I would have much preferred to not use any pronouns in this piece, I'm still pleased with its appearance and sound. There's always next time...
flowing over his lips, choices dance, flames
extend the rose-tinted orbit of each nipple
with a kiss, faith is wet, she
a vibratory chorus
unlocking new voices of revery
to hold what is lost
beneath breath
and release
what is scalding with water
like a faithful wish
lost underneath
a convex lid
each is held to a breast
bone circling
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