Poem Noir
Your scent still on my fingertips
I dive into the stony sky like a bird
we must cherish each discarded word
in silence
the house sits
on its haunches like a cat
the dog's nose
must know what's up
and launders children
with his tongue
my wife will be home soon he says
driving through traffic in her comet
six miles wide
ready to destroy lust
do you hear the garage door
pleading
the icy tail of the comet
melting on the garage floor teeth
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