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If she is a vision--
vanilla brewed, coffee stained eyes
with her weary voice
she offers creamy reassurances, then calmly
smells like cigarette sex &day
breaking through my unbuttoned, much-too-large shirt.
if she is all these things (undeniably unknown)
then when i take her
tongue
lip
body
heart
&what is left of her soul
into my eager mouth
she will taste like hell.
I pray to be blind.