Pattern 

by Steven Rydman

more" she says     even the crease of her breast
still swallows all of it     thighs ache for a wooden spoon
or a mouth full of glass     puts a pearl between his lips
as if he could steal a shudder     or taste the sea
mixed with her spit forever     "tonight I'll bite
my lip, make blood glow,     scream no

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