tongue remembers wounded flavor.The vein neckadores you. A swordstands — Li-Young Lee, City Love

Li-Young Lee The City in Which I Love You

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My tongue remembers your wounded flavor.The vein in my neckadores you. A swordstands up between my hips,my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.

Li-Young Lee, The City in Which I Love You

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