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  May 2015 athene
erica court
if flirt had a body part it'd be her legs
        uncrossed, tube top, tight skirt, hoolahoop earrings
     smooth hands that say "i squeeze"
i think she's the ****, i mean she's the opposite
of mediocrity, she's a siren that i'll let steer me
      and everyone will ship us to the moon
  but i'm shooting for eternity, beyond stars
and she's laced in the spaces
that my heart struggles to fit in and she's serving me
      and everything about her makes me smile
if flirt had a body part it'd be her legs
  with a question like
               are they
        walking away
          or are they
            going to be wrapped around me
                tonight?
  May 2015 athene
erica court
i love the way your bones
        are illuminated when they're
                grafted
      against
        my skin,
                the fear of you
constantly going back into hibernaculum;
your necropolis, innocence small
        remember you took mine
        with my hieratic blouse on
                                unhallowed
                                    little dirt
my mom said, i'll break your legs
        if you chase her, i told her
                i'll
            find
         a wheel chair
for it's our love that bid us both to the same grave
        no matter how cramped;
            no matter how deep gravel covers us
              i will lay here with you
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