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Your mouth,
an open secret
sculpted for poetry,
I know
for when we kissed
I shared
in rhythms of your tongue,
learning mysteries
of a language
man does not know,
learning music
of a poetry
only woman can sing.


For Breakfast

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For breakfast I want
A sandwich of
Every thing beautiful
Spoken by Rumi
With a warm cup of Shakespeare

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