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"Like Lions"
the hairs upon your leg curl like beckoning fingers
and like a tongue sealing an envelope
i trace the crease
where your hip collides with your loins.
I arch my back over your dunes,
a tempest over Sahara,
do you smell a coming monsoon?
do you feel what you are aware of?
