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BY PETER SOLIS NERY
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Wednesday, April 12, 2017
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In observance of the Holy Week, Peter Solis Nery is not writing poetry this week. For the mean time, enjoy these previously written shorts.
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Moss garden:
My tongue loves exploring
Patches of your hair.
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Rainy afternoon:
Your chocolate legs melt
In my mouth.
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Moist, red, ready
To be bitten:
Strawberry lips.
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Afternoon delight:
Sweet wet tongue on salty
Sun-kissed skin.
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On your thigh
Sweet, sour, and salty —
The midday sun.
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Strange, stranger pleasure:
Hungry first kiss, and
Breathlessness.
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Unexpected thrill:
Warm, wet whispers
Below the waist.
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Tattoo:
I’ll get one where your lips were
Last night.
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Graffiti:
After last night, talk dirty
To me anytime.
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Falling stars:
Want me tonight as badly
As I want you!
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Sacred spaces:
Bite me anywhere
But the neck.
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Surprise kiss:
So brief, so sudden, and yet
So sweet.
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Red hot:
Bite the snake, the apple
Was just metaphor.
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Clementine:
Peeled naked, your ten tongues
Are all so sweet.
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Fortune cookie:
I’ll read your fortune,
Eat my cookie!
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Adams and apples:
Your every bite reminds me
We are naked.
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Lichens:
Cling to me sweetly,
Cling to me tight./PN
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