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Precious Thing

Emmet Penney '11

--As sung by Greg Puciato

Broad-chested, teach my
Bare breast a new breath
To match your heaving hips.
Lock your veined arms
Around my skull. Swirl our sweat
On the pavement. Unholster me,
Show me what trigger fingers
Were made for. Beg you bite
My bottom lip. Let the bruises
Bloom where they may. Pray
You stubble rub me raw. Hold me
Still, beautiful.

Published by: in Poetry, Volume 66, Volume 66: Issue 2

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