noodle

this morning
my legs are your partition

last night, your voice drowned my dreams
in the hall way
a love song of trills and simper sounds

I am your moveable resting space

I click my fingers, blow kisses through the
cracks in my teeth

some people bring flowers
or monarch wings.

you bring me gifts of
gecko tail
that dance like a carnival sideshow
severed flesh; a burlesque belly
breathing

all you want is your face touched
your body bends backwards
at the suggestion of it

Black moon eyes
your claws out ready
to strip ribbons off me

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