of your heart's fine white stitching,
vivacity foaming up behind
satin-sheen eyes
of your voice,
like the soft slippered footfall of steps on stairs
like falling face-first into a mattress
of the smudge here, this branding,
the sunburn of loving:
crisped like a well-done pastry,
sprawling feet-first toward the sun.
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