That Day On The Phone We are a “Thing.” “We just hang there” you say… Like a thing weren’t A Planet Or a Star Or a Galaxy Immense Ancient Complex. Celestial. Certainty. And suddenly I am standing in the dessert blistering & thirsty. We are “Sex.” “Nothing more” you say… How casually cruel of you my prince? (Yep, a 15 yr sex addict for just you) (Me love you long time gone wild) (We two, decade long adolescent, horn-dogs screwing like middle aged rabbits) Really? I remember each time as awkward My tongue like a stone in my mouth My arms & breasts felt like mistakes Our bodies trying to do what we cannot say?
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