Lori Boulard Biography

HIS name? Please. What man
among us lives solely for
the touch of your lips
and the “mmmm” that oozes
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a really good song has your throat by the first eight-count
owning your heartbeat as it opens up wide

it lays on your tongue smooth as chocolate
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You ask why I write.
Why I stray in open spaces,
settling in corners, seeking
paper, leaves, anything
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you exhaust me
your curiosity frustrating
I wish I could hold your energy
just enough in a bottle
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Trouble always starts with a smile,
especially when punctuated with deep
hazel eyes. Come seven on a Saturday,
my heartbeat syncs with the song on the radio,
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