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tangle

Posted to Action Poetry




i've swallowed the seeds of your affection
too long.

our words are bullet sized
atomic munitions,
and we're firing our pistols,
just out of earshot.

i fondle the trigger
with a sore tongue,
cosset cold steel with
the ridges of my teeth.
lips grabbing at gunpowder.

we'll set ourselves back
a few lifetimes,
watch the universe unfold
one more time.