complicity
unconscious wit
borders without borders
under eyebrows
silent as scent
hair curls like smoke
lets talk about another kind of violence
terrified face of pleasure
in the pavement
red palms and souls
stand out against the skin
standing on one leg
with her long back displayed
while the other leg
wraps itself around him
day in a face
voices erased
at the center of a savage kind of halo
hopelessly phrased
i’m not a bird
you are not lying in a hammock
how biological can this clock really be
if it doesn’t get you going until midnight
its an unconscious quote
we don’t even know we’re in it
lets make out like two bilinguals
in the haze
complicity