five steps to disaster
five more steps to a dizzy debauchery
and he was you
yes, darling, and you were me
tricks of the trade
striped violin playing lines
dance around your legs, your hands
without you i'm nothing but sand
reeling and forgetting names, numbers
the drizzle drop trickle
bloodletting
her name is rio and she dances
days go by without tearing the pages
down, dear dark one, down farther still
you leave lipstick marks on my ankles
criss crossed tic tac toe stains
on your elbows, eyelids
the shadow of my dreamscape
post coital recall
asleep in someone else's story
pour me another, my monkey twin
pose your best pout for me
then twirl, spin, twirl again
without the onset of a recovery
we will be the sun
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