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FABRIC OF A KISS



Allison Eir Jenks




Young boy tattooed himself
To my velvet temper

My untamed parade.

Slapped him with melody,
he choked and smiled
in my hedonistic web.

Coma in my lane,
he swam for my height,
Thinking that was all
that kept him from me.

On a day
any heifer would do,
When an obscure light
was leaking from his eyes,

Like some buttery monster,
I granted him a minute
on that vinyl couch.

His dizzy feet came at me
With a swollen breeze
All I saw were chaotic scraps of light
and stray, red knots

My counterfeit kiss
peeled him to the skull.
Nine years of him
Packed in a kiss.

He heard parachutes of violins;
Swan beaks insisting love.

I saw a drowsy sow.
Still, my lips
tugged him to oblivion



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