take her apart… piece by piece

dissect her (delicately)

count her bullets

learn the

complicated mechanisms

inside her

find the trigger

and leave fingerprints

on   e v e r y t h i n g

recognize the danger

memorize every click

of her capable cylinders

oil the machinery

fall asleep to the heat

in her barrel

take off the safety

on her sexuality

because if

“happiness is a warm gun”

then she’s

a revolver

a. duncan, 2018



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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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