Book Shelf
Underneath your skirt
the shelf full of books
shreds your sex life
as a young woman you wrung an apple
oiled your cotton candy
surfaced like a show in the sand
I've loved the spitting-image of your shadow
for so long now
that with each berry which rises on your chest
I ask for trouble as if it was sweet yet bitter.
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