That delicate heartbeat on the screen
as your blood is pumped down your bare leg.
The hot red ocean down beneath, behind your eyes.
I mistook it for something else; my tongue is confused and my brain is fuzzy from the Vodka; I thought it was just cranberry.
You are smart and cunning and loud and you’re a good kisser and you’re batshit crazy.
My name is Kaamos. 
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