My hands are fat tarantulas hunting along your spine
My tongue a howler monkey barking
Lurching from the back of your mouth to the back of mine
From vine to vine
My legs are flopping squids beached upon your burning bed
My eyes two cobras coiled in the cold wet sockets
Guarders of the image of you in my head from what we said
About what we would and wouldn’t do
About who we would and wouldn’t see
You and me
My lips are Venus flytraps bent toward your skinny neck
My balls are birds’ nests crowded with chirping of little mouths
Who zoom toward little deaths
Fly into the wreck
My arms are schools of fish that rocket across all your skin
My heart a bear pumping magma into all the places
Where I end and you begin, into what we said
About what we would and wouldn’t do
About who we would and wouldn’t see
You and me
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