With a Hipbone swept for Mars and a breath for Venus,
a busted lip wailing
under the stretch of laughter, those two, we are
pairs up for interpretation, tarot card-boys
wearing drugstore deodorant & green earlobes,
ring fingers
dealing each other in to our games
with oven-roasted glee, olive oil hearts
put your face close to mine for pink in shades fit for paint samples,
we say it in the car, in the trunk, with your fold-up chairs
kissing like everything is a playground,
the moon, fat
sliding down plastic-metal-plastic
goes down
real smooth, you say, I remember
how my name sounded in the mirror.
it bounced off the glass,
put its tongue on my neck
you know, you say, and I do,
I used to hear lover and I’d turn
over in my bed, or red, or my stomach or something,
but now?
oh, now, I’d drink the whole ocean
I’m so dried up without.
my skin’s so fickle, you know
and I do
