love with tongues of fire purge the soul
my fingers are fuzzy, eyes like glass
my fixed smile but another farce.
my lips are wet and my teeth are sharp
his sweet breath glows bright on dark.
salty sweat of brutal goodbyes
bland residue of failed surprise.
brass buttons on fresh cut grass
strewn gravel on a knowing path.
shadowing shutters of quiet and shame
mild, damp tears of disappointment and blame.
scratchy zipper dress and clutched palms
catholic children muttering virginal psalms.
her fingers are fuzzy, eyes like glass
her fixed smile but another farce.
(by me ! )
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