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The Hard Way

Are gestures words first heard in the head?
I’d like to kiss you but maybe you’re dead.
You close your eyes then open your mouth.
Do you wish to bite or go directly South?

I hope you won’t forget my neck
but give my hips a jarring twist left.
Watch me flop due South by hard right,
I’ll be your boy toy and hump along tight.

But I promise you this. My kiss will hammer.
I’ll open you from the front and in the back  
out will crank not a butt but a hack
dented, cracked and jammed in the slammer.

Published in Poetry