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Refreshing

Why do I wait until I'm a cranky raisin to take care?

Until water runs down my throat, cool as winter, cool as peace,

Cool blue in a rushing pulse all the way down.

Until a day in bed resets everything after a 4 month push,

After a 4 month pull, after being in the ring,

Feeling my joy wound up like a spring, like hands tick-ticking, My heart and ears full of pleasing speech...

My skin enrobed by the resting of gentle hands

As with seeded chocolate poured over coconut

And mint, making me decadent

Shiny, silky, and sweet.

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