SPINE

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I slide down your throat, breaking the clock into a frozen minute;
Kiss the whisper tangled in my skin

When my hands are wrapped into flowers
You blossom your way into me,
There's blood in my nails and in your mouth
Lick the shiver laughing on my belly

Our bodies are webs,
Heaving, Rising and unfolding;
The sex in my poetry is inked all over you-
Feed me, I want to taste your hunger

Carry me in your spine,
I live where you begin and where I begin-
Where we forget to cease;
Sweat and blood
Sweat and blood.

-Nameera Anjum Khan

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