Exotic Green
Crushed mirrors hammers melted nails
spooky silent snails
Feathers in my teeth
The red in your lips
The curl of your hips
Your tongue on fire
Kites in your eyes
Your heel in boots
Pointed toes walk
Dusting the chalk from the summer sky
Old knife points
New dead Saints
Treated leather sharpened stones
Corkscrews and bones
Your old addresses
Tossed salad and your eyes
all in a bomb
And a comb
Next to you
as we walk
exploding our love
for each other
Dont want to make a scene
When the bomb explodes
it will be
exotica green.
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