October poems (2)

10142016 dream

Something that gleams in the hot
bath water, sparks,
and my jerking thighs.

                                      You, falling
           from my lolling tongue and
                               quiet of cooling
                                             smoke.

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october

I collect masks, laughs
like jittering candles, death
gasps of branches -
a wind brings crystals in the night.