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By Izraq Jesen

I keep you in my heart and my heart 

In your mouth. That way 

Your mouth bleeds, all ripe and red, a fruit

Waiting to be bitten. And I am your slave

Day in day out, unashamed 

And unconjugated, reduced 

To juvenile poetry. 

I keep you in my heart 

And my heart in your mouth. That way

Whenever I have a need for my heart 

I can simply ask for a kiss. 

And your mouth will bleed a river into my mouth

My blood, warm and sweet, 

Tumbling between our tongues 

Meeting in the middle.

Izraq Jesen has had works published in the Eunoia Review, Zero Readers, Birdseed and

Second Chance Lit among other places.

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