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UNCHASTE

By Charlotte Mary Smith

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I want to eat the lilt in your tongue,

Curl my fingernails round your ringlets till they snag

And I can’t get them out.

Feel not your pulse but your sinews

Snap as I envelop

Every bone I love, down to the pelvis

And beyond. Where every damn thing

Matters.


 
 

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