her conversational lover
pulled the winter overlap
he pulled it ever so very hard
she reached for lighters made of glass
they smoked like dancers
engaged in pirouettes
what happens to skin
does it remember your hands
who does its accounting
who keeps it from running away?
she tossed her head aside
blue smoke bowed deeply
that was when her lips made
him quiver
her red lips
this frozen bronco
he was shaking
he shook away the night
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