Unmasted

She unclasps
The catch suspending
Heart above
Disquieted deep stomach.

Vibrant violence on the street,
A syren spell.
I listen,
Long to jump the window,
Riot.

Cotton water
Pool about my thighs,
A glory hatched
Prying loose 
The pinkest sea shells.

- 8/28/25

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