Gluttony

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When the Sun streams through the cracks in our curtains

you stare at my lips as though they were made from lollipops

and your nose lingers over my hair

Bubble-gum Fairy Floss,

the kind you can only find at the fair

~

Your hands melt my skin

for I’ve been in your Sun for too long

and you swallow me whole

like a greedy child

in some corner candy store

 

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