Want
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Lucy Gooch, Grade 12
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Poetry
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2016
Want to devour you inside the precise second
That your frisking bones and
Bucking
Gripping.
Piano hands clench the floral, dirt-scuffed sheets.
Slender daisy stems elegantly grow
stamped into fresh Egyptian cotton and raise above your head, clasped.
Eyes bare to me and lashes low and longing
in a moment of sheer eloquence.
Autonomy, serendipity whatever, i am here, and you are in my head.
Want to tuck your hair behind your ear
When you want me to, and leave you
to the inner workings of your mind when you want me to.