Why I…

Your eyes, your hands, your
naked crackling messaging eyes and hands,
your cloudy-sky-blue eyes and suave suede hands,
the healing highrise hellfire of your hands,

and the output from your mouth,
the medication from your mouth,
your mezzanine interface mouth —
the marginalia of your mouth,
your desperate mouth.

(First published in WordThirst)

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