91–99°F No Tongue No Teeth

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That day,

sun gazing motel blocks of luck

to have found the one

couldn’t get my lips to hide my front teeth

love-hunger, you are just right with 0 make up

and your foolish foolish foolish laugh

a fucking million bitcoin won’t ever buy

the smell of freshly baked cookies

there was none

but your lips and smile synced what I adore

in general terms

as life’s success

to be sparkling in awe

this glue kiss fools miss, each other

for 10 minutes, I was already yours

again, in the thoughts rolling in the mud

honey, come home

as luck has gone

and the cookies got cold

and my ears were told

the end of a marathon

was not that exhilarating afterall

without an understanding

this sofa extra mile

took place

and now