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When I am new
your kisses steal my heart
you have time for kisses
honeyed sweetness
flows from your lips to my mouth
into my blood and nerves
my heart slain
my bone marrow
sweet and slow
my muscles weighted yearning
for your next kiss

it is only as I know you
a little more
that you hold your kisses
speak of mashing
you did that in the distant past

the shuttered heart
only opens to the stranger
for a little while

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