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it took me awhile, but here it is: Blushing, a brief poem by Sheri


Blushing

by s.m.g.

You put me on the hot spot til my face turned red,

shamed into being wrong with all the lights on

still stumbling over how to react so my face did it,

maybe it's a natural burning from your turning

the table but there is no anger to it, or swallowing

of a planet, or bleeding of a vegetable, when you

made me feel that way or taken by surprise it

was when I finally knew what place I was in

and what heat was matched there through my cheeks.



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