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Posted to Action Poetry




shake and sift
through my fingers
as i close my
eyes for one
brief second and
imagine just you
alone with flour on your
hands leaving
prints of domesticity
all over me
where no one else
can see
i want to know
how you do it
so perfect
every time
laced up so
straight
i just want
to let you
loose.