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Bellybutton Rings




























 






Over my bellybutton, our eyes hook

while my rings catch in his hair.

His tongue, causing myriad emotions, twirls

over my bellybutton; our eyes hook.

Fingers lift my bare hips, curling.

Suddenly my breath expels in a sigh.

Over my bellybutton, our eyes hook

while my rings catch in his hair.




























And thus appears my first attempt ever at a triolet:

A poem or stanza of eight lines in which the first line is repeated as the fourth and seventh, and the second line as the eighth, with a rhyme scheme of ABaAabAB