whatever sets you free

just kiss me

“years from now,

(rustle, rustle, breaths and quicksighs/sand, hurry)

someone will find a dusty book,

touch me there

and read poems i scribbled back when
my hand wasn’t weighted by maturity–


oh, god, yes

and they’ll think it was such a sad,

mmmyesthereohyesyes (nevermind infidelity), hmm oh yes–



tragic romance,



oh! (release and a flurry of limbs struggling for repose,
two whores in utter heaven)

you and i”


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