Kali Kaddish

you are some bitchin virus girl

a tiki queen

slipping in unseen

and i,

in my delirium,

set the curtains on fire simply by exhaling

as my arm falls limp towards the dazed plank floor;

no more

hey,

where are you going?

in my fever dream, you stepped out of the ganga

dripping wet

i know until now

until yet

you haven't quite infected the me you haven't met...

i keep a little chinese box

with my secret name inside,

behind seventeen locks

and a thimble full of pride--

your ivory earrings sway

when you're kissing me that way,

oh,

not there.

not that.

please,

come back.

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