Unraveling
We found each other
in rhythm:
steadied faces resolve
neatly undressing desire
behind heavy lids
salacious things float–
Belly up, wet and ready.
Reverberations
catch up
with each other &
from then on
in to distance
I’ve decided
my wrists are yours to lean on
(& you can have whatever you like)
things float in around and between
Belly up, wet, ready.
I let the living come in.
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