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[claire_writes]

because you have
eyes as lonely as moon drops
eyes whose pits
i could suck on for hours
like purple peppermints after dinner
at the hostess stand-
i could walk your sore feet and chump tie
dying to drop it's spine like
pick up sticks
through my smug assumptions
and the wet, humid streets
you, bad for my teeth
giving my well tamed mouth
and conscience
cavities at 3 am
rubbing the insecurity
out of your purring belly
with all the timeless patience
of my libra paws.