Early morning call
sitting on curb and
speaking of sexual
drive yours and my
lack ღ while white
lights leave us alone
you ask to hold my
hand but claim ★
your motives are
unromantic 'it's
been so long' I'm
open as the waning
sky empty of stars
Arms smother my
waist driving away
the unsounding
need for skin
underneath your☾
blind liquid beauty
standing up to heaven
clouded moon ring
weeping of upcoming
storm systems
we discuss astronomy
and sigh miseries.
You tell me to keep
this double sided
secret swearing
that love or some
DEFINITION
had no part in
our silent comfort
I thank circumstance
this barren breast
if I had a heart it
would have cascaded
through absent stars
We don't have souls
a perfect risque match
destined for torment
Please if not love
then what can we
hope for but winter?
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