Smoky pores: so familiar
sticky necks and inner elbows
alone I am a flamingo
in soft pink cotton
free chested
bare legged

artificial air
from blades spun wild-
a source for white noise
and companionship

I miss the greasy weather
take away my wired bed
shove it under the frame

to spend this time together
most exposed
as I sleep
admire my black heads
and the semi-permanent
smell of fire and ammonia
despite the bursting thermometer
and idle thermostat
your breath on my arms is no nuisance

wake me up at six in the morning
and kiss my smoky skin