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mona
mona
hearing mona speak
sour and rough,
warm like milk
and dark like coffee,
she is all eyes
and beautiful,
the way her voice fills
her throat
and shimmers in your ear.
she is angry,
like a tiger with liquid eyes
and furious claws,
desperately clutching to
hide her sadness.
it’s like a fire
that burns bright,
but only at night.
it’s like waiting for
that rushing river
to ebb and flow
up to your knees
until,
at last,
it swallows you whole.