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 


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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