If he who is her
syncopation, mouth on her mouth

moon over crenellated treetops, hopscotch
black wave over, silver under, if she

then, brave, if ginger, feathers
white floating, backwards

in high heels
sweeping, spinning

up the semi-tropical stairs
of his tappable, unflappable style

on bleeding feet, through take
after take, though plumage in his nose.

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