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Pear

It is eight degrees above moonrise.
I read my shadow on your face
and you
the curve of a sweet pear
from my mouth.
Juice pours down my chin.
I have unlearned to be careful —
you, to drink slowly of
fermenting pear
In the hollow of my collarbone.

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