Hey babe, are you from around here? I ask.

*************Cowboy boots say yes.

******The ecstasy you have says no. In a private room,

*************I am astride & can’t place you. I open my mouth

& swallow

***************************the spinning capsule. Between

my thighs & upside down, lights

turn luminescent. My shoes turn too iridescent                                 

emerald. This disco ball dances in tangerine

*******across your blackened                         pupils.

*******You seize         my throat & I gasp & love how my lungs

crawl for oxygen.

I don’t know where to focus. My nucleus 

*******jumps. You run the licked tip of your finger

*********************across                          my lit face

to fix my dripping       mascara. Your hand is still

**************on my neck      when you say those breasts

are perfect. Tears carve black

through my pearlescent                      coral blush.

The leaking    salt       unglues heart-shaped crystals             stuck  

******next to my eyes. Fuck.            I wipe my mouth                    

& smear my glitter lip gloss.

*******When you grip            my jaw, I stare

at your baby blues. What is it they say about the void?

*******It gazes back. Our bodies are so humid. If Idaho

wasn’t so cold,                                                a cockroach

could crawl out           of those glossed chasms.