muscular wrist

Muscular Wrist


condensation 
 on our small windows

 sudden    sugared      syrup

these breasts weird as witches
reek of singing insects

 nipples sting like bedbugs
 like the dark eyes of drowned does

silver skin, feathered with the hair
   of pale cows, 
 coated with sweat
  like weasel piss and milk

   your toes architectural
little firm boxes, all in a row,
 each a perfect snail shell

each 
 the size 
 of a coin 
in my mouth

I could die from you
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