the moment is fantastique
when I shudder with deep peace
it’s overall amazing
but consequences consequences
of this goddamned show
pantomime the pleasure, suffering,
will I watch it go?
I acknowledge it is worthy of being much adored
the events forthcoming
something silently asked, yearned for
it’s inherently palatable
this desire we can call home
but indulgences in memorandum are dangerous
won’t we desire them less? No, let the heart roam.
brightened sets of eyes sharing the same thoughts
hands extended, belly-fire,
knowing we are each other ours,
to find that other
to share the feelings
the same desire
entered into sufferings
because together they don’t seem
too harsh, abrasive, in the end
consequences are now like a steely dance
consumption of the knowing urge is like
icing on soft gorges
the curvatures on your back allows me to
slide and slip away
let me lick the air of delicate understanding,
share our moments for another day.
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