I feel you pressing against me
the heat of your passion scalding
where mine has fled the scene
turning the body automaton
metallic beneath skin that glides over yours
rhythmic movement all angles and joints
my eyes see you blinded by your joy
the way an emptiness yearns for the filling
a blackhole reeling in too-near galaxies
to their ultimtate devastation
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