Bones of sugar
Honey, you lean
On your long spade
Speaking to the moon
My yellow screamer
My howler in the night
Your whip of red
Joke gum bleeding
Teeth falling out
Just for make-up sex
Vampire contemplative
Stakes in the heart
Painterly ghost
Graffiti in skulls
Your mouth,
Wax paper square
Twists at each end,
Opens to my fingers
Ringing bats
In a still-beating heart
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