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this is the church, this is the steeple
for you i would be a hiss of breath tempting
an exhale into thick eden of our mingled sweat
a verbal confession of your tangled hot musk
breaking free of a steeple of clinging zipper teeth
deft fingers slipping on roving desert of your skin
my mouth as a chapel teeth gleaming with memory
stories etched in tastebuds swollen and chewed cheeks
you will worship me here a bend a throb a prayer
whispered to the heat as my tongue tastes communion
here i am both wanton and savior rapture flushed
i can tease and defer conquer and submit to you
the sun behind the goddess glistening deferential
your waxing moon curves milky white aches on my tongue
shooting stars and the perfect silvered arches of stained glass
your devil your dove with idolatrous kisses parched throat
only freed in the kingdom of your taut flesh curled toes
i will hover omnipresent i will drain the blood from your cross
watch you quiver and shake and shrink with serpentine eyes
an apple and i am eve and your temptation on my lips
a thing i legit thought about myself today was “you say stupid things and you talk too much” and most of the rest of today seems to refute that fact so
today i am things i could not tell you
i could not face your practiced ambivalence
i would prod and stick until we were both bleeding.
today i want us to fly out west
me in a sun dress see through gossamer dream
you in slacks and a tee all marlon brando slicked back
easy and loose grabbing the keys to a convertible
cherry red like a kiss on the asphalt
today i want us to drive
fingers splayed touching lightly on leather seats
down to where the lights are brightest
a flickering plastic sun for us to stand inside
i want trash and perfection and a secret with you
to slip a ring on my finger red and whole like a scar
i want late nights in a technicolor galaxy and laughing loud
a delicate hand covering mean ivory teeth and razor tongue
sleep in the car with my head on your shoulder
pointed toward a distant north star
wake me up in eden, fields of vines wrapping our feet
where the sun is the promise of tomorrows and days after
today give me the things you dread
where i can keep them close to my breast like a dear friend
today i am okay with mistakes and impulse
i am a gun pointing at the future, waiting to go off
run
Atomic Bonanza!
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