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LOTUS


by Linda Simoni-Wastila


Drape me with silk

 

lustrous as the line of my thigh,

 

feed me oysters

 

champagne lapped, finger napped,

 

cream whipped

 

to fill my hollows.

 

Make cartography with your mouth,

 

move mountains with your fingers,

 

tongue highways down my belly

 

moan your prayers

 

hush in my ear you are done

 

with her,

 

hope these offerings will

 

unfurl my heart.

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