beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Go

I go

I come

With the same air

Of quiet certainty

Wear the soft press

Of your lips against

Mine like deja vu,

Give the gift of

Absence and allow

Your bones to recover

From the force of

My desire because

I fuck like a man

And how the good hurt

Ebbs to an embodiment of

Absence

Tell me how I

Matter and I’ll show

You the slow, quiet

Security of a man

Worth resting on,

And each minute away

Is an hour and a second

All at once

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