I like your cold mouth 

on my neck 

Right after you brushed your teeth 

The contour of cauliflower 

I explore with only the tip of my tongue 

Ticklish Chicklish 

Rough edges accrued hashes 

                                 Hard 

Aluminum foil blackened ashes 

One for yours one mine 

Your wet hair underneath my nose 

Hold my hand 

Home is the wrinkles laid in bed 

Sometimes they get ironed out 

Sometimes they dont  

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