I kiss her fingers and
you are a jungle.
I stretch,
and out falls a

What does love feel like?
she asks.
I turn to
and out falls another.

kiss her flowered mouth
through my open teeth
speaking frankly
as she would have wanted

like a wet machete
ripping through the jungle


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