a wall lamp dusts a desk
scarcely cleans the bed
its brittle light touches us

white skin overrules the graceless
skin and what it loves a memory already
wet thighs, between thighs
unrelenting swells submerge us

unconnected thumps potholes
hollers celebrate night without mind
bathe in the random flow, love
asymmetrical tides
slap our white skin

we’re wide open frozen roads
uncelestial and lifeless go muddy,
narrow precisely and plunge
into light skins thrown wide open

we swallow roads, murmur reedy
like the soft squeals of tires
scarcely outside the window

past subdued stimuli,
my face a stone in a dappled stream
i sink,
rush the dark of you
translate whimpers,
hold to a traveler’s patience,
ascend shore’s foggy vapors,
soak the pleasure,
float seas of night into
the steam of rhythmic glitter,
the depths of you

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