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The Kiss


I could easily watch you

all day eating strawberries, watch

the way you handle the flesh dangling

from the green between the fingers—

teasing yourself before the bite,

watch you fill your mouth,

inhibition disappearing into flesh,

watch the kiss your lips make

against what flesh is left behind.

And I, the voyeur, could take it all

in easily—the tease, the bite,

the swallow, the kiss.


Revised and reprinted. First published in How to Start a Revolution (2006).




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