she laughs as she scratches my chest
eyes below my waist she says
you know you're kinda Bowie
scratches a lot harder
a red line below the waist
turns her finger right to crash into my hip
I involuntarily arch and smile while
asking
what do you mean
like Hemingway
a few words mean everything
"take the guitar
and leave the girl"
I venture one kiss for the lips
one for the neck lean and one for each leg
look her in the eyes and soften
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