experience
autumn light was a tiger balm
moistly worked between your fingers.
You said my face smelt fuzzy
here in the doorway, (an amateur
clash of teeth,) no witnesses
just the oil over both your eyes.
perhaps all hinged on that.
The point of divergence
where our mouths revolved and locked,
a first taste of blood and the faint surprise
(as with liquorice) at how much I liked it.
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