a new year
2006-01-21 | 12:45 p.m.
no warmth inside can match your mouth
on mine
and your teeth and tongue sliding
in mine
breath and lips tumble and spill
for me
tips of fingers rolling delicately
over me the pressure applied climbing
the urgency enforced rising
falling into
a magnificently fragile intensity
and the decay of your propensity [these seconds are lifetimes]
work on your management skills
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