Lenny Bruce Tattoo I, v6 [082520122014]

time fogs
a feather in her handwriting falls faintly
beneath the steam on the surface of the mirror

covalent glyphs dribble down my chin
the first time i hear her, the look in her eyes
sun swirling across pepperbright skin

“what do you mean he kissed a leper?
“what’s the point in that? you kiss them
“and they fall apart.”

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