get tangled up with me,
be a physical presence-- i
want to smell, to taste--
the cigarettes on your fingers and
lips, the brush of you on
my skin, the hush of inhaling when
your tongue presses mine--
i predict the rush
of my body toward yours, of yours
toward mine.
Thursday, September 10, 2015
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