an imprint, I will blemish on
your lips
iron out the erogenous
with my
signature, dye your woes with loud
syllables
dripping minor-key guarantees
as you moan
your monochrome unmuting its
sad creaking
my bare fingers like a trusty
crowbar will
unhinge intricate details
conspiracies
you choose not to disclose before
to birth
front porch allegories
of how
we created hues in
that TV-lighted room
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