Inside the mandolin
each night; sailing
Night sells.
the bed
pitching new crew
earth and sky.
love
on a raft
black chest hairs,sudden soft mass
smiling
under the stars;
melodious prison crowds.
moon
turpentine shadows
inculpable; blushing pride-
lost
milk tooth
diabetic grand mother stares
trying
to remember the taste--
insomniac mother
panting
a diseased lung
the whole night long-
his fresh air
my breasts
spiced promises
night sells-
delicate
liquids crack like grapes
rising
from the slaughter house;
flesh onto flesh-
walk away from it all--
falling in love again
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