Licorice

I’d worked it down to a crimson delinquency
fast like the car she drives but it was
the soda cracker bop gulag that breached
the velum of my prize.

velum

sweet root rancor

proportions laid in silt

jujitsu

in dark glasses

read the place I leave for you

coins

in rain

a cloud bruised sea

silked to rim

licking out licking in

the mean while

its mauve hesitant

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