Beside me sits
a red tide whorl
pooled in a vessel unstopped.
Effervescence rises through
my skin tight jeans, like
a memory of lust and thrust
forever in motion
with our moment's rhythm.
Desire and acquisition,
above all desire
floats on cigarette smoke
O's to disintergrate
in a fractured mirror's
pointed shards,
reflecting
green squeezed
lime wedges drowned
in maroon toxins
on a marble faced stoic
table, beneath
your deranged joking
teeth snapping together sharp
inane parodies of
conversation supported
by wrought iron preferred
amnesia of intimacy. Spilled,
wasted on a floor
hard and familiar.
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thnx for ebtering, n good luck! x
