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
your tongue runs rough and
my nails are as black as beetle backs

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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