Mourning Doves Alive Again

Halitosis afflicts the discussion 

Two tones

Distributed as one. Hang-nail dangles from their pinky 

Holds court AMONG the coffee cup.

Back braced against 

A

Cotton sealed spine.

They met with pigeons in mind.

Dirty birds. Dirty words. 

Clustered in flocks and folds.

Inside the hotel room 

Secrets assume a closed fist. Love taps begin 

Lust slaps and soon throat closures for tomorrow afternoon.

Reaching for an inhale

Four lungs collapse

Welcoming the last breath 

For resurrection.

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