you come from
the bath
a vanilla coke
in shortie robe

flashing taupe tan
calves and thigh

you cross the room
with bilingual
brown hair

all verb
no noun

your mouth
like anise
fluent in more
than one tongue

licks, enchants
poignant things

absinthe eyes
mull the room
vex the air
stroke my breasts

the gods who
sent you
were mad

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