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There is a moment before your mouth descends,<\/span><\/p>\n the pulse of breath against tender flesh,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n when my body craves for you to mold your name into my skin<\/span><\/p>\n to scrape teeth and tongue and engrave initials<\/span><\/p>\n like sweethearts do in bark. Mark me.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Turn my porcelain to raspberries, and raspberries to blue.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Make me yours. With that laugh scoffed into my center<\/span><\/p>\n as my chest quickens, back crescented against the blue sheets.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Turn me into the moon. Imprinted with a man\u2019s face,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n your face. Make me see stars and echo their calling.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Can you hear them? Can you hear the night sing to us?<\/span><\/p>\n Darling, don\u2019t you know my rupture is the only thing<\/span><\/p>\n that can make that go away? So, go a little slower,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n make it last a little longer, before I break.<\/span><\/p>\n Before you pull back all the pieces to make me whole.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Only Time My Mind Goes Blank is With Your Hands On My Hips, Descending There is a moment before your mouth descends, the pulse of breath against tender flesh,\u00a0 when my body craves for you to mold your name into my skin to…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3778,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-101944","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101944","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3778"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101944"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101944\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101952,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101944\/revisions\/101952"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101944"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101944"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101944"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}