Lipstick Pickups

Soulless–something beyond. What
Ever it is you perceive, string it out,
Unwinding the tunes that shape
movement between earth, falling stars

falling into a lull. Even with a mouth
full of words, my heart’s too weak
to keep supressions hidden, but too
young to burst. It’s difficult for you

to keep away, get stuck out or…
are you in? Heartsick fingers can’t claw
through the grave’s rich loam,
glowing softer, more comforting

the longer we wait for the moon
to reel us in. Instead, she plays
With red tide, waits for summer
to sink so she can sink too…


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