brought to you (by erik satie and the rain, boy lucky)

i come to you
in revealing rain,
unshadow, true flesh,
bright longing

and trailing the scent
of some fancy soap
regifted by a friend
seconds after it was given,

hot water that never lasts
and apple-scented body spray
clinging to clothing more than skin.

trembling and open-eyed
apprehensive and interested,
afraid and curious
(dangerous combinations) i come to you
under slick louisiana dark
and metal air flavors;

i am here, i tell you.
take me.


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