This longing
is as fine as porcelain
irridescent in the morning light.
Lover,
press it to your soft lips
and taste the nectar.
Become my thirst.
Never have so few words touched me in the way this poem did. Hay
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Anthony, This is lyrically elegant, a spot-on description of desire. Don