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I'm Solid


by Tora Chung

January 16, 2008


I know you, that strange, quiet face

You know me, my funny absent ways

And we talk of little things

I can’t remember

And it’s late so we whisper

And then I feel the

Heavy warmth of your breath

And your long, kind fingers

On my hot, patient ears

And I’m liquid


The tip of your cold naked nose

Strokes my cheek, my neck

The slope of my breast

Oh, I shiver

Like icy heat

And I’m solid

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