put on Atom Heart Mother
and guide him to sit
on the edge of the bed with lit candles on
the headboard and talk about
your Carolines and Rosemaries before
he would ask you to watch his skinny
rib abductor muscles ripple
while he reaction-screamed like a dinosaur
and grab his hips with resolution
to take him down onto the duvet
while a neon light above the headboard
flashes slow down
lay too quickly or too firmly
to comprehend and stretch
his bare arms and legs out
across the bed parallel
to the gaunt angles of his face
like falling into him fall
to be swallowed by himself
but hang on his full-leafed lips
like an unlit cigarette
caught in the dry belt of a vacuum.
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