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Touching the Essence







Summer Evening 

Edward Hopper, 1947


her neck was naked

her neck was near

I moved to kiss it

what was there to fear?


her knees were uncovered

I suspect undiscovered

I decided to conquer one

just for fun


In her shoes, her toes were bare 

I sensed that they awaited

special care

as befitted one so fair


seduction methinks,

needs to be about making links

touching another’s essence

abetting its florescence

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