The Hot Place

I feel the chord around my ankle.

One around the left
and One around the right.

 

I feel the vibration
of black rub-on insulated light.

 

I see the charcoal blue
Of sweating dark delight.

 

Silver canisters
and elastic time tick soundscape
pumped up
to squeeze
A spot shot through the night.

 

Skin stuck sticking done;

 

And if it makes them all run?

 

Then I will give it to the one who kissed me like the sun.

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