Friday, January 24, 2025

date night

If I describe a kiss I’ll get it

In my mouth I am plucked from my thoughts 

In the manner that a guitar string plunggggs

Dizzying and silent loud

Coordinated breathing out of nose onto nose

Seconded, thinking is done except I like this

This is right I am just a tongue and a wide gape

I can’t get enough of forehead to forehead

Surface area of face surface as much as possible

Pressed like the shape of us in waking life is suddenly clay

The bones can hold ten times as much as you’d think

A mother lifts a car and I press harder than 

When the knife is nowhere the veil is wrapped around

Us both I am alive in my limbs and my torso

Is a wire armature my heart all shaft and motor



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