..///././/..

Nina Loses The Remote Control

his close echoes surround her teeth
his style is her style

spread out
&
smoke mellowed


she wants his lips
to wiggle on her forearm
his tongue to
make her move
like
a
fast
car

her mouth can taste his face
his saw-hair
his knees

she wants him to grease his thoughts
and slide slower

do you want more?

she nods &
adjusts her eye shine