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NO ONE MUST KNOW You lean to my side tickling my desires. Below my clothes I quiver in infinities. Others lean towards us. Do they sense your exhale is my inhale, your out, my in? We sit motionless but betray ourselves, glancing around to see if anyone is looking. - Judith Pordon
Published in. Austin Inernational Poetry Anthology March 2001 Editor: Scott Wiggerman