Axe Grip

Your blue thumb nail
and painted face,
dancing moonshine breath.
Porch dreams
your hands wander,
stop touching me never let me let go.
Stubble,
cigarette echoes,
lost between my legs.
Axe grip used,
hay bale nightmares,
face down,
next time the back seat.
Ditch,
morning sun touched,
screamed hoarse,
half left.

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