top half of my top half

the top half of my top half is nude
under the dollar wine light of the moon
where marijuana stars and demons from our armpits
creep from special places and patches of earth
synonymous with what you wore the first day we did this
lips are all over your body
under the dollar wine light of the moon
swirls of purple and black daylight finish
on your black cotton bangs
your voice becomes heavy with the static of radio
and strange to our senses

black tar princess smacks on a wad of barely there gum
she melts at night hopping around
hotel rooms- like the different colors we painted the carpet.
the trash boasts an intimidating jug of vegetable oil soaking other things
im scared to mention in explicit terms how
our friendly mouths existed outside of this context
my twin is asleep and a bumblebee lands on his nose
an iris arch springs out of the contact they make
soaked with rain of piquant water
i dehydrate then choke on the situation
under the dollar wine light of the moon

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