Streetwalkers

Mix me in your marrow

stuff me in your bones

chemistry lessons.

What happens when cobalt air

mixes with perspiration,

liquor on my tongue

the stupor of nerve.

Chemiluminescence

it stings but it does not blind

a floodlight secreting

from your retina.

Percussion,

the vibration from rubber

on street

synonym: I quiver.

Taught veins between

fingertips. Alert hair

on the backs of knees.

In the incoming implosion,

the smell of fresh cells

mixing with formaldehyde

and exhaust is going to

possess us.

Knuckles braided in

steel cable and spinal cord

tucking in tucking in,

before one turn out.

Fingers coming up

through your throat,

your tongue wet exigency

neon lit locution.