you’re hot as a toothache,
you.
i want you sticky like
aloe vera; the kind that
comes in a tube. i want
you cool beneath my hands
I want you pretty as a
poster; the kind produced
on the cheap. i want
you pinned against my wall.
i want you flushed like
a sunburn, raw like a
rash, wet like a splash
of warm water.
you’re hot as a toothache,
you
The time is ripe to unpeel our
skins. Let’s get stuck in.
Your hands encircle safety
so I keep zero from you.
Relief, a fancy wine glass,
girl dinner, built for two.
Tonight we’ll leave
no stone unturned:
Scrub the verdant moss.
Watch slaters scuttle out.
Tonight we’ll end with
G&Ts - we both agree on lime.
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