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we care to feel good, and nothing else

1. I fold my lover, neatly into a fortune nestle her between open mouth and knuckle, hands coaxed, rough impulse, pray on the nipple, spit a promise on her crouch, our dusk is bright red, hushed, biting, blushed, sliding against her hum

2. I dress up, lace my leather boots, by some miracle come fast, by tomorrow it’s hard to remember all I want, come back, thursday, I’m alone on the curb of coloniale telling secrets on stairwells, come here, I want to eat out of the hands in good posture, come, accept my impatient tendency, greedy, fresh, keening girl chasing love

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communication

Once she asked me what I thought about when I was quiet,

as if touching,

we wallowed in the buttery moment,

let the room breathe

let the soft creatures

I wished to embody

roam nicely outside

I remember the company of noon

I couldn’t think and

my sailor’s mouth clogged in the midday light

tongue tripping over itself

soggy bits left behind in the sink

I remember nakedness, the gushing want

to be better than I was, in the moment

I remember the dip of the mattress,

the smoke in my head, the need

to split open in her presence

show off

where I’m warm and easily known

She told me she thought of buffalos, the smell of my ears, jammy egg yolks, pockets with holes in them, cowboys, the number 3,

She spoke purposefully

and bright

She put her hand up my shirt, easily,

again, She asked

I didn’t answer I didn't want to admit

I wallowed in the empty

while pressing my body onto hers

as if speaking,