polemical impulses

the furrowed flaw that murmurs on your lips
and argot writhes awkward prosaic, near fervent
oh how we rue
our suggestive spirant smoldered out
unnamed nights outraced, unwon
like a pulpous prelacy, arrogantly perverse
a riposte casing — skin and prickles
wavering and uneasy
the sabulous shroud of seclusion

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