Th woman
as paint
the pure lines of body
breast hip navel.
sharp
the pure lines of faca
cheek nose eye.
all colors change sparkles
all colors real
color.
***
i sing angel with iggy pop
yr loveslaps
joy
collapsedance.
i dance naked.
later we fuck beautiful.
sweat is the endless sea.
***
Th woman
as man
i’m not pushing
or pulling yr rib.
i kiss yr hand.
***
The closed world of us in a car
at night.
Dreams.
dense and sweet against
the bitter chocolate world.
Touch the cold windshield
turned to ice.
Wake to morning thunder.
Pounds
lazy.
***
Th woman
over now.
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