| Thunder Sandwich #17
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 dweeb by jeff filipski |
| When We Were Fire You are not mine and I do not belong to you So sweet when we're naked I teased, you were defenseless All baby, beneath that hair Those glands I had not yet learned the Braille Of your body How to dissolve beneath my fingers Each criss-cross of ligament Every silken circle of bone All new When we were fire I could have dreamed you all in red My head thrown back Counting my breath, smoke I kindled a serpent in my spine And so she rose To meet your flesh Again, again To press her tongue Into the hollow of your neck The quality of air between us A smooth, dark stone Heated between two palms We had filled the air between us With incendiary excuses How we could be much more Why we are forced to become less Your fear, my grief On and on But then Oh! then We always spoke in fairy tales And fucked in parable |
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| ISSN: 1534-4037 |
Edited by Jim Chandler & Haze McElhenny
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