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A meticulous tickle
on soft supple skin
Cold winter rain
turns each strand of hair
into a crystal stalactite
that melts so gently
into my heated whispers.
But time dictates
that with time things change.
And I feel the trimon my philtrum.
Commissioned by mudimba. A poem, in the style of the movie Before Sunrise, using a randomly chosen word. The word was "philtrum." I have no idea, as a lady, what it's like to have a mustache but I just imagine it's a bitch in cold weather.
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A poem commissioned by $mudimba, in the style of the movie Before Sunrise, featuring the word "philtrum."
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actually it seems to be the other way around... the mustache and beard is better the colder it is. try shaving your head sometime and running as fast as possible. you will miss the hair.