Shannon & Sue 3

 

Shannon bounced
like a brick of cocaine
like my grandma's unconscionable afternoon diaper
she was butterfly bulk and taffy
giggling like lesser apes at the coming of a comet

and so that was how I measured her
as a constellation
a star in her elbow
the tiny pinprick speck of a distant grand galaxy
in her ankle
rubies across her asteroid belt
a hitch in her kick
a clumsy cosmonaut clinging to the rusty nailhead mole
   near the soft folded hood
   hiding her oyster pearl.

- How was prison?
I asked

- I've taken lesser shits,
she said
hard.

- Have you forgotten the face of our love?
I asked
bewitched
dragging heavy on the fag whispering its way
toward my lips
that dancing tip
red hot micro supernova
explosions just
beyond the perch of my crooked nose
illuminating the inadequacies of my disfigured face,

Shannon bounced again
repulsed
swung with heaven's spit
fired her chambered fist of folded knucklebones
@mycheeks
Shannon
she was precision, sure
I was speed
eluding that missile of mayhem I click quick closed the distance
between
she and I
stepped into her embrace unbruised nonplussed
these same lips
   found themselves listing lightly
   on the doorstep of her outer ear
that dancing tip,

- I am no devil,
I very softly said
drizzling my words into the cup of her consciousness,
- But...

  I am a snake.

- What?!
Shannon said
shook,

- Touch me,
I said
reminding her of the mantra of our years,
- and
   I'll sue.

even closer
and lighter still
I said
again,

- Touch me I'll sue.

TA