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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