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“I taste you
in the fleshy fruit of the guayaba
that melts as slowly
as your kisses
in my mouth �
your eyes that explode in sunlight,
your humid, fluid voice
the soft, oceanic touch of your fingertips.”
― Bear Step, Island Flirtations

“Nothing touches your skin of sweat
(meltdown of oceanic kisses)
when the purple light
whispers to the moon
in silent moonlit clarity”
― Bear Step