bright sun and lace shadows the bird bones of your back we trace delicate tracks on a table top a drop of wine sucked from your finger as you speak in tongues for me later, i will want to press your shoulders against those rough stone pillars to swell together a bite under your jawline a last taste of Malbec from your lips
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Beautiful!
Thanks, Bard!