French Girl

she struts like the moon takes strides across the earth
glows like the sun’s her personal assistant with stars on rotation,
comets in her purse crushed for foundation,
universe on her lips,
lined with deep darkness,
uncharted nights in pierced tongue.
she sways like an old German fable or Greek myth,
she will drip like honey, taste like honey
then eat my sticky heart and pick her teeth with my ribs
lamenting on the tenderness of my throat as she chokes me with
black holes till I fall, collapse, fold, compress like a dense rock
or putty in her slender fingers.

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