The Slit Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen
The Slit
</>The visual dimension limits my vision
but my olfactory nerve is still active
I smelt the spermine
Temperature after intimacy
Is that an invasion or a mergence?
I can see a body part through the slit.
The wine snakes along..
Avoiding the bed
And something bad.
Witness behind the slit is timid
but what is in her eyes is vivid
A slit such narrow,
yet enlarging a secret scene.
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