Nothing Makes Sense Except the Light in Your Eyes

Jason Preu, , ,

your worm tongue burrows
into my loamy brain
fertilizing, making
porous and loose
my thinking

your dance body slithers
around my unlimber limbs
jazzercising, shaking
source to juice
my muscle twitch

your market breath crawls
into my lucid lungs
advertising, taking
course to noose
my hemoglobin

we are pioneers
     in bioamorology,
endeared
     to tender flesh

Nothing Makes Sense Except the Light in Your Eyes

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