Divide the cotton in two
until a pair of columns
with both pillows
gives headline
& toothpaste brings about
night’s cold kiss—
It’s that 1 half of snow-angel warmth
while she
in black lace
disappears before electricity’s final curtain
our sight—& a spine
close to my fortunate desires
unwraps
as though we both forgot our strangeness
for a good time we please the ceiling
, & mercury falls on the sweet mounds
of our heated temperatures.
until a pair of columns
with both pillows
gives headline
& toothpaste brings about
night’s cold kiss—
It’s that 1 half of snow-angel warmth
while she
in black lace
disappears before electricity’s final curtain
our sight—& a spine
close to my fortunate desires
unwraps
as though we both forgot our strangeness
for a good time we please the ceiling
, & mercury falls on the sweet mounds
of our heated temperatures.
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