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"Hot Spell" by Amanda Oaks

for Tay

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I shrug the sun off my shoulders

because the song under my skin

starts to simmer & summer’s mouth,

full of honey & smoke, is laughing,

& when I say laughing, I mean,

laughter is not a line— pick-up

or otherwise, but the horizon

circling around our bodies,

& after a few fevered drinks

it starts to flirt with the night

mare of the moon riding

in the sky & they share

their ripest secrets
to rally the stars
into an ever-living love fit

that will waltz them

on through the dawn—

     so lit

          with joy
               that nothing

                    & everything

                               matters

                                     all at once 

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