and on the moment that we were to press them together
i got grossed out and wiped my palm on the grass
later we skipped the hand part and exchanged hungrily
late at night you realize you
are just that locus where stupidity memory
and lust orbit haphazardly
nothing more than a gravity or a
sticky spot where you somehow got caught
its so good to have tears and spit semen and blood
so good to remember that this is me and this is you
so good to have fluids fill where breath only sustains
1 comment:
this is beautiful.
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