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In the Heart of Cincinnati
by Janell Moon

You ask me about love but I could
show you better than tell ‐
our legs would weave in desire,
my arms about you in the night.

The train would pass along the side
of the great bridges spanning
ridges of quarries, a soothing sound
just before dawn.

I'd open the morning window,
serve you fresh berries
with lemon scones on a white
lacquered tray come daylight.
In the Heart of Cincinnati


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