C) The Swallow
By stevo
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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The Swallow
I have only seen it once, that wink,
that smirk, that beauty-spot, that
contour peak at the centre of your
map; but I recall I kissed that smiling
crease, stopping the sickle before it's
slice, halting the swallow in mid-flight.
A birthday-bird, your navel nests just
where your slender hand tucks in; sailing
through the daybreak of your skin.
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