

Jelly FingersKissing your wet-painted face Dragging out from the honeydip Falling glistening on my feetJelly Fingers
Lights smearing across my windshield Like your kisses that lollipop stained my toungue All the highway down
Disembarking downtown The last of your smoke falls out the door and your crumbs off my lap Into carseat cracks
The cafe is quietly shouting and loudly nodding of people past and principles unproven and patrons passing But
Jelly fingers at a tiny table Cream slips quietly into coffee twilight and crumbs stick to my honeyed mouth All the highway
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