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Jawbone
The scent beneath your ear,
before your neck,
where summer forgot to kiss your hair,
tastes secure and sacred.
Could we be sheltered from undeniable carnage
within these angles,
Would your particular geometry save me,
save us all?
Holiness is found in this
one square inch.
All the religion I’ll ever need
I can grasp between these lips
to take your jawbone
and worship.
c2005 Jai Britton
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