a complex dance.
it may seem mechanical, but there are
a thousand variations:
tic-tac-toe for the couple.
So we go through the motions,
Follow everyone else
(or be pioneers), falling into
a rhythm, predicable, but no
less pleasurable. we rise
and fall, come into and
out of focus, the pace increasing,
blood pumping, hearts clouded
eyes closed breathing staca
tto quick faster rapid hard
er deeper all concentra
ting on not doing so
untilallthatmatters
iswhatliesbe
foreusbet
weenusa
rushof
sensa
tion
but
not
of
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l
— OHHHHH GOD —
Now for Christ’s sake
A vacant stare.
Our thirst is slake:
Do you still care?
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