I kissed you 'til I had blistered lips
engorged with bruising, and aching hips
I want to see you tip again
dip me down to the floor,
fall asleep once more
-but when I slept
my lips cracked and split
'til I molted pale scales
onto my sheets
and this night was filled with novocain
a popsicle sun
no I am not a popsicle
I'm much more fun
I'm in your dreams
I've come undone
under sticky sweet heat
dropped like paint to the floor
with each droplet you find I'm the adore-
able Babel and burn
turned to pillar with turn.
So remember to only look back
once I'm gone.
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