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

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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