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Hot

Mortifications and Lies (forthcoming)
Ulitarra, no 8 December 1995, pp115-116






Listen to the Poet Read
she's so hot she feels
her lips rub together
her thighs wanting
to taste any
swollen purpleness

they're wet
and dance fantasies
to hot frangipani
to sweaty geckos

the steam rises
from her lips
the purpleness rising
like legs
moisture singing

it's hot her legs
quiver like a light
mare singing
the night glistens
she can't speak

her lips swollen
with want its
hot the night
hot dark the moon

she burns her lips
singing in empty
kitchens hot the blue
black power lines
burns thickly her lips

take it
from there hot
inside and round
hugging it hot steaming
sweat arching over hot

outside the birds
click and sing
the night hot
blown big like sky
the clouds are steaming

hot the damp
skin like sleep
she refuses
armistice the sky
pretends sleep

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