tin night cap
worn in sheets, rain and
real fireflies
find stains on suit jacket, glance
knowingly, heavily grooved
tongue trail
everything was champagne,
sex, firefighting and scallops
i love your voice
pressure cook me in
the atlantic, hold hot
panic
stricken joints
like wands
girl with bedroom eyes
you wont find
explanations in the ether
waiting like a crocodile
until it's too late
how many more sets do you have?
tall tale telling
just because
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