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I have intentions 

I admit it 

 

I plan to surround you with soft piano music

some lavender and then perhaps

a glass of wine

 

When you move toward relaxed,

stretched out on the couch,

as a cat in a windowsill

 

I will whisper in your ear

 

 

I will trace your ribcage

rough edges above smooth hips

          hard fencing around a fragile heart 

I won't take all of you

just your held

breath 

 

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