
Warm milk and nutmeg
swathe around her feet
in an allemande sway.
Her fingers;
they count the curls
and flicks of silken toes,
giving marks out of ten -
fourteen; for novelty,
with enough pretension
to humble the ocean.
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Warm milk and nutmeg
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