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I first notice as you undress — the tint
of your skin, neon scratch, cross-hatch aglow

gone all smeary, clippings from cheap newsprint.
Your hair murmurs and purrs. Last radio

afronaut — My Scooby Snacks and reefers
cool next to your starchild heat, space-boot bounce,

wah-wah pedals, cosmic cords and tethers.
You lust for things I can’t even pronounce,

from worlds I can’t see. Your flesh flawless
unveiled. Jacked-up rocket. You bring long lost

sisterhood scents with silk spun from the sun,
thread hewed from novas. What I first notice

is your face pressed against mine; scars crisscrossed
as I sucked on your tongue, curved and cloven.