fabric

every parting of your lips hints
at sleepless nights,
draped in sheets/wrapped in sheer pleasure/
cradled in bliss, shuddering soft from artificial lovers’ caress
(for that is all i can afford, fifteen-dollar disembodied prostitutes
rather than priceless, precious paramour);

remember that first night?
you came to where I lay sleeping awake
you laid your waterlogged fingers
on my paperskin and you sank deep–
you plunged far and out of me you siphoned air,
you stole shapeless breaths–

you crushed my dark ripe berrymouth
under your weight,
squeezed free aching juice,
licked every drop and whispered
“your first kiss”

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