Twofold Fruit Facet

I was made split organs,

Pulpy grapefruit blood halves.

Two pulsing chest vessels

Fluttering fantastical fidget

Dance out of time lasagna layers

Beats like da(da-dum)-dum.

Left pulp pit sleeps with

Swampy morning mouth melting

Downpour upon the nose bridge

In warm air rhythmic touches

And warms beside

Collarbone campfires.

Lefty can feel

Echoed games of fetch

On lake shores

No matter what distance;

Can lose a head

In guitar bodies

With hollow stomachs,

Easy.

Right lies down early

And gets up at

“Thought of you while

I got up and got off.”

Right kisses cricket chirps

Let out dry lip spurts,

Tastes tickles like syrup

Gone heavy smooth convulsions.

Get a little sticky.

Fruit cuts,

Left side digesting,

Right side tasting,

So that I’m

Sucking sultry spirit

Nutrients,

Absorbing all.

Romance of naked knockers,

Bristled body bushes,

And Henry reincarnated

Like words I’ve never heard

Timed out in my

Two heart valves,

Grope, gather, and got

One bloody river

To drown him.

Gather

and gotten.

Got

And gathered.