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I twist at the sound of your name
First in my seat
Then to my feet
I pace
I dance
Unsure whether to smile or cry
I tingle at the thought of your touch
First in my chest
Then far, far down
I flutter
I cringe
My toes curl as if climaxing
I say I twist in my bed
My dear sweet Big October!
Take my breath away
Store it in your orange-yellow
And blow out leaves
Of brown iris kisses.
Oh blow me away
To your sea of scents
Of fresh, cold showers
Long, warm baths
Make my muscles goo.
Intoxicate and cover me
With liquid-cold heat
Run your slender stems
Through my stillness
Cause me to pleasure.
Paint me blue and call me red
Turn my inside out
Shed my cocoon
In almost winter
And christen me butterfly
Even though I have no wings.
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