Seduction

She has hidden some of the pieces
in the movable crevices of her palms,
under the soft
buried egg shape behind her knees,
in the licorice lines of her lips.
She has buried other pieces
in the apricot air of her mouth,
among the wheat and amber patches of her hair,
in the liquor filled well
between her legs. She has hidden to
spur the search

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