Censored breasts, poised
in the flesh,
forces my brain
to visualize nipples
over the black bars,
circular dots . . .
A kind of darkness
in the shadowy ink,
like Lilith the Night Hag
filling her blindspot with
Light
the way that I caught
a candid thought
directly behind
that which I sought.
in the flesh,
forces my brain
to visualize nipples
over the black bars,
circular dots . . .
A kind of darkness
in the shadowy ink,
like Lilith the Night Hag
filling her blindspot with
Light
the way that I caught
a candid thought
directly behind
that which I sought.
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