Which is to Say,
that the tree on the drive home
from your apartment
with the yellowed light leaves
masquerading as flowers,
and the sloped yard that i kissed
with my right front tire
and your mouth,
my god,
your mouth
and
i wonder what we have in common
when naked
if your body curves in the same places as mine
if it aches when pressed like mine
if it wants a suckbitekisslick
like mine
and
at dawn,
the sky goes coral,
like your lips,
and i wanna kiss
kiss kiss
it purple again