a juggler and object manipulator

Peculiar
without ambitions that clamor
a bedroom first blush, slipped by night
flashed out like a breast
in the costume of your vacancy
groping in the scent of perfume
a mirror reflected fantasy
resembling a burning rhythm
salted in that all-inclusive
of snake coils and kinks

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