The Gift

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Contributor: Jan Aubrey

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Even my hair
reaches out to tangle you.
Sweat dripped curls
cling to every pore you possess.
Ends split apart and twist
like a lovers body
in throes.
Strands slink through
quivering fingers
into crevices
of the forbidden.
At times,
I desire only your death.
For my hair to slip around
your neck and strangle
This mad love that
keeps lovers insane,
driving to the edge

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Jan Aubrey studied Fine Arts at UW Milwaukee, Wisconsin and has been writing poetry for three years. She presently lives in the inner city of Milwaukee.


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