Blood
beauty pulls you,
painting a blush on my cheek.
the slightest pounce,
as if a spider checking a string,
when someone risks a touch.
you play tide
with my poems as your moon.
what a dance, what a whirl!
a dash of cicada
rhythmed by odyssey
in a marathon of rain.
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3/21 changed some punctuation
3/19 "a dash of" replaces "the slightest"
3/13 ... changed punctuation
3/7 ... changed structure for easier flow (hopefully)
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