several hundred thousand guests
at the table the doves coo endless need
and then you
I run around the house
a 35◦C
and collapse heat exhausted
with the turtles
I love you like a deluge
stop like teeth breaking
out of a cog
thumbprint the hem of your white skirt
like black beetles and
hug my deceit
I peel off your window
(you're in it) thread it a cats cradle
through my fingers
you tie your long hair around my burning wrist
for coolness
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