November 17, 2010

These teeth share our names.
Our lips social security numbers
and expired driver’s licenses.
When closed around the menthol
winds of your mouth our chemicals
become of an intimate nature.
I fold the sheets carefully to calm
the world we know is beyond us.
Your sucked back breathe heats you
while making me a jealous lowercase god.
Without funds I’m bound to love you listlessly,
my whims cheap compared to your excess.
Eventually you’ll shake loose shivering
because the anticipated warmth
is a ball of blankets at our feet,
and I’m elsewhere closing up shop.

LOCATION: Florianopolis, Brazil – Night thoughts about unnamed.

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