words tinged, blue mouths tight
lets make a fight if we can't make love
you told me never to call it that anyway
well honey i saw you sans pants after the day we met
just a fuck
then a year later after i left
you said that other four-letter word 'love'
we shared a lot under those skies
you told me about sunsets, how they were all you had
and i gave you colors on canvas
like inconsequential wallpaper- green faces and
women turing into trees
you called me 'poison' in poems and sculpted me stiff in clay
so hard nipples had a place on your shelf
long after they left your mouth
the fifth
the seventh