Tangerines

Denim on denim
We dance our blues away.
Your ring doesn’t quite fit my finger
But we book the hotel anyway.

Your hair a mess from my nestling
Lace dripping down from the walls;
Tangerine skin on your eyelids
With cigarette breath in your pores.

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Sweet potato skin-graft,
Busy hands, sinking raft;
Cherry seeds in passionfruit skin,
A dogtoothed lust in a charlatan grin.

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Flint and tinder, smoke and cinder:
The love that burns between your fingers.
You rest your hand, tap once, tap twice;
My ashen moans amidst your vice.

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