Artemis Drifting

Just because she tippietoes, doesn't mean she's a creepin'.


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I’ve become complex

skin loosening into broken triangles

bunched over rough knuckles

like the fall of antiqued curtains


while my hands bare the signs

the rest flows supple, smooth

mottled like a fawns pelt

with tawny kisses


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