The ashes of my crush on Sexy Frank

10Aug09

We embrace

and collarbones clink like

champagne glasses.

We turn, bend,

and ribs rattle a

washboard percussion

our hipbones

grind and spark

flint and stone

you throw me down on the tinder

and the whole damn place explodes.

The volunteers arrive too late

sifting the cinders for nothing at all.

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