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       You’re like

  1.        a little fruit

  2.        a moon I want

    3.        to hold




                         I said lemon slope

                         about your

                         hip

                         because it’s one

                         of my words

                         about you




                                           I whispered

                                           in bed

                                           this smoothing

                                           the fruit &

                                           then alone

                                           with my book




                                                                   but writing

                                                                   in it the pages

                                                                   wagging

                                                                   against my knuckles

                                                                   in the

                                                                   light like a

                                                                   sail.