Dominoes and Staircases
Always falling all the way down re-introducing ourselves we bow
Entangling our possibilities for possible entanglements.
Broke-worded and baffled we claw at our throats,
Dredging out found words worth noting to bedazzle and rhinestone encrust.
Slinking winking while we wait and bait each other’s eyes with flesh bits,
Finger curved come hither implied with motions slow and viscous air.
Sweat that beads and drips and pleads for contact from another’s hand,
Sins that percolate like Sanka as we plot our positions on the map of our bed sheets.
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