By Michael Faudet

It is upon

a pale skin,

I write these words

to you.

A story told

with ticklish pen,

of all that we

must do.


To be in love

with words

my love,

and all

that they depict,

the dirty

pretty thing

I wrote,

each little box

we ticked.

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