poem

14 Nov

in a suspended state of otherness



let me fold into you

for a moment
maybe two
linger 
	just awhile
let the clear focus
of reality
			blur
let midday sun 
bleed through 
open windows
	without curtains
let me melt onto you
my skin to yours
 
together entwined
	flesh on flesh
wrap around your scent
drown in liquid eyes
before they drift 
			away
before light fades
and a rambler's moon
starts to lie

in short hours
we burrow deep
into lust
		need
an intimacy not shared
ours alone
and alone
ours

defined by motion
	by movement
		your touch
		mine
we join
combine
we fuck away
present tense

writhe away
in a
suspended state
of otherness
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