He's a nice guy.
He's really sweet.
I like him.
Death dangles in a perfume,
between your lips,
you roll,
the dice casually,
between your sweating,
itchy palms,
watching the crow's
feet hop, hop, hop,
he wants, he wants, he wants,
butterflies in the rain,
crack a rolling stampede of thunder,
bringing your smile
a sea that never fades,
never fades,
never fades,
hands, drop, fermenting,
dice roll across the glass,
stop.
How could we not forgive
such a face?
Who taught you
it's okay
to shove your partner,
under the water,
and choke him,
choke him,
choke,
marveling at the bubbles forming,
forming, breaking, boiling,
a beautiful champagne crown,
forming around, his ears,
sparkling,
the last-minute flash of sunset,
who are you?
I like him. I do. I don't think.
Autumn arrives. whispering
to cedar tree boughing at his feet,
ten year old shadows of whiskey on ice,
spill...
who loved you so?
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