Lips to the fragile anemone
Of your ear
Between your thighs
Whispering all
A man would say to
His woman
Using and being used
Blind revelations
Making my grasp
Stronger than handcuffs
Held down and made to
Feel all that’s within me
You’re so beautiful
It makes me want to
Break things
But not you
No, the marks I leave
Are poems in their way
Condensed and focused
Inspiration
The coral pink muse
Which ushers in stories
And I fill you
Fill you until bursting
The flames lick higher
As I put flint to tinder
And we burn
Oh how
We
Burn.
MB Blissett 
Oh! I fucking love this.
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Thank you so much. You’re always the best judge of what works with the poetry.
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