Maya Angelou Poem

Remembrance

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Your hands easy weight,
teasing the bees hived in my hair,
your smile at the slope of my cheek.
On the occasion, you press above me,
glowing, spouting readiness,
mystery rapes my reason.

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic,
when only the smell of your love
lingers between my breasts,
then, only then, can I greedily consume
your presence.

Where We Belong, A Duet
Country Lover

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