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KNIVES



A cold prick

on the back of my neck

has me standing at attention


Down it tracks

Carving on my back

the terms of my surrender


The blade sinks in

to my mind and my skin

Reality fades to sensation


Cuts on my thighs

My chest, but my eyes

can only watch you in wonder

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UNBOUND



A full moon

Far from home

Frees the dreary soul


Hearts, hands, hips,

Touch, tickle,

Taste


Take what you can get

What is not yours

What is unbound

Unleashed

Unwound


By the coaxing glow

Of a distant globe


It flows

It grows

It goes, just

A little too far


We hide our faces

Behind fading stars


But there’s nowhere to run

Here comes the sun

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