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dangling words among a jazz lust

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"but my words become stained with your love.
you occupy everything. you occupy everything.
i am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes."--pablo neruda is quiet.
they are only words.
the blue babe
of the jazz lust of my mind.
(smoke haze bopping baby)
holding my pale fingers
in your most open spaces,
as if waiting for me.
(whisper here onto my shivering moth spots)
you trace pearls onto my palms,
you lick crystalline patterns between my fingers
you whisper words of shattering yellow topaz
into the open spaces of this girl
dangling them slowly
(dance here with my body of vast geography)
upon sweet flesh smelling of lovehearts
waiting for the diamonds of your mouth
and lips
and tounge
to dance upon my white breast
in a necklace of words
leaving sparkling dust behind
with no chain gathering them together.
(that music you make behind your screen
of wailing notes and devil's interval)
each kiss of the ring
a separate entity
fastened on my wanting skin
with only the word--