Swallow

Woe is me

Low and under

Until you touch me like a spark

A little stroke

Bit of fire

Jumping out of my bones

Into my fingers

When you fill me

Girth and strength

Tastes of sunsets

Fresh rain on pavements

Relish, eager

This moment of perfection

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