of a Kiss

Spitting trees, sucking roots, skin of calloused
parchment, the wind
paints shadows of trees on titanium
walls

basil, smoke, sage, peat, rosemary, malt, bronzed
balls, telling me
about flowers in oceans of gas, bodies
shaved

just houses of human skin

I haven't tried to make love to you. I
haven't asked for
your city streets paved with salt, or for a
kiss

a kiss, edible

your moondog grace, hammer, lighter, hemp-rope
black plastic smell
of fried potatoes cream-cheese bartender
fear

but of that

Charles Brittain Fleming

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