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THE
KISS
Her
arm around his neck, his meaty hand
upon
her thigh, which elsewise would fall open,
his
torso upright and one leg beneath her,
the
other steady like a rocky causeway,
her
body winding up to hang below him,
she
pulls his head towards her and her head
inserts
itself into his like a wedge.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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