hey lover / stranger
have you looked at her lately?
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her m e r m a i d pools of green
set on the face glittery alligator scale-tears
golden sunshine shimmer washed away-
like sand in her bed
she's all raw and the salt water's stinging
feeling
upanddown her ballerina-d r e a m-girl cut-up just-shaved legs
and licking
the arches of her blistered-bleeding white-washed feet
she dropped her silver things
and your silver ring
to the watery depths
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and even if you drained her margarita bath (suffocating-in-here)
if you breathed your peppermint tongue / soul into her fantasy-lagoon mouth
if you begged her to open up her snowglobe eyes-
with your tears running down your jawline (oh she loved to kiss it inch. by. inch.) like mother of pearls from the depths
of her soul
even if you smashed your bottles (filled with vodka&tears&lies&screams& most of all hurts)
onto the teardrop puddle-d sloshy streets (her eyes s h o n e with them once)
even if you kissed her feet or her aching thighs
or left butterfly eyelashes on her candy apple lips
like sweet souvenirs
you're a mighty good actor, boy
but you just can't be my peter pan