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"Turn Away, Jennette"
by Jeph Johnson
neck freckles fall to the small
down your back
sprinkles from the hand of God
over cracks, contours and crevasses
your statuesque array
provides this novice
a canvas to fingerpaint
where Providence
has chiselled perfection
I fathom time immeasurable
yet call upon your youth
for I do not wish for solitude
though able innocence is bound
tightly in guilt
posing in the nude
exemplifying excitement
as your curves
surround my heart
like cholesterol
and pound
on the hide I seek
to numb the pain I'm feeling
knowing you're not real
my pulse dissolves inside me
as you emerge
slowly from my brain
and a touch
that forged creation
becomes a sensation
I can no longer feel
