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in my hands marbles of red

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"i want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."--pablo neruda

in my hands marbles of red
tiny pits of purple and blood crimson
sliding between finger folds
held in palm prints and lines of heart, head
and mounts of venus and mercury.
in my hands marbles of red
leaves of arrogant greens
glaring like intent eyes of summer
coming secretly on the wings
of the thorns of white roses.
in my hands marbles of red
sifting dirt of earthy tans
your skin under the guise of dawn
kissed by stems of black hiding life forms
in the middles of mad plucking gone vibrant yellow.
in my hands marbles of red
like your lips
against
my mouth bursts of sweet melting cherries
against
my heart open pits of fuzzy peaches with caverns
against
my hands
marbles of red.