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Poem: Cutting Words

Only your slap can sting,
fingers uncurling;
the caress of sleet
as the wind shifts towards me.
Fingers uncurling,
unfolding to blossom,
the wind shifts towards you,
petals swirling like confetti.
Unfold into blossoms,
open up to me until
petals swirl like confetti,
a rain of ice and flowers.
Open up to me until
the caress of sleet,
a rain of ice and flowers,
stings me, like only you can.
________________________

 This poem is inspired by the pantoum form, with its repeating lines.
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