Bedbug Rut
Follow my voice make your
breath fail
Hips drive and
pump the air
Cylinder falls; choke and stall.
Fall in love
for a first kiss
A battle scar across your lips
Burning kerosene against
the thin moon
stinging, weltered
rubbing alcohol in a wound
Yoke together under simple
law
God's ugly celebration
In a bedbug rut
the thaw.
A dog with his fleas
a forest of oily pine
needles
and dark green night
silent, curled together on the floor
Copyright © Paul Sylvester | Year Posted 2005
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