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I think about your caved in, crescent face.
Your moonface, with its rosy, thin mouth,
Its overlarge inquisitive eyes.

I think about my lips on your neck,
And the almost unspeakable poetry
Of marking that perfect, pale skin.

I think about your trembling flesh
And quivering breath as maybe I lean in,
To complete the syllables of your face
With a pale, thin kiss.

How you might taste,
How gorgeously the lyrics
Of your eyelashes would graze my musty cheek.

The iambic of our breath together;
The most beautiful sonnet I could comprehend.

Description
I think about your caved in, crescent face.
Your moonface, with its rosy, thin mouth,
Its overlarge inquisitive eyes.

I think about my lips on your neck,
And the almost unspeakable poetry
Of marking that perfect, pale skin.

I think about your trembling flesh
And quivering breath as maybe I lean in,
To complete the syllables of your face
With a pale, thin kiss.

How you might taste,
How gorgeously the lyrics
Of your eyelashes would graze my musty cheek.

The iambic of our breath together;
The most beautiful sonnet I could comprehend.