the lush latitude
in her upper arms outstretched
fingernails with electric polish chipped at the edges
by seizing life by its throat
kisses delivered
by the semaphore found
in the finely ground coral and cinnamon
when her lips pucker
the fine mane tossed from side to side
when she argues
when she makes cursing lyrical
or when she duels with the shaking of a speakerbox
she comes to give you light-headedness
the vertigo of a mature lover
somehow giving you balance
with mischief as her perfume
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