Exotic Green

Crushed mirrors hammers melted nails spooky silent snails Feathers in my teeth The red in your lips The curl of your hips Your tongue on fire Kites in your eyes Your heel in boots Pointed toes walk Dusting the chalk from the summer sky Old knife points New dead Saints Treated leather sharpened stones Corkscrews and bones Your old addresses Tossed salad and your eyes all in a bomb And a comb Next to you as we walk exploding our love for each other Dont want to make a scene When the bomb explodes it will be exotica green.