Our hands are covered in cake
But I swear we didn't have any
"The Geese of Beverly Road," The National
for five days from May Day until Cinco de Mayo
we ate red velvet cake with dark chocolate frosting
& drank grande Mexican cervezas with slices of lime
& when we leaned close in the corner alone kissing
the cake & frosting & cerveza could not mask
the unmistakable dessert of your lips against mine
later
i ask you
to slip off your clothes
& lie on the bed
i take powder
& coat my palms
to draw on your skin
dusty figures
& prints of my hands
tattooing your back
i press my lips
to your tan line where
my art disappears
before turning your face
to mine & touching dry lips
to yours tinted with lime & beer
and then
we will curl together
like nude powdered donuts
& watch The American
because the actors are beautiful
& Italy is beautiful
& the story is bittersweet
like powder, frosting, & slices of lime
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