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The sting of foreign lips
A blunt tongue
Grinding, inevitable
The addition of you,
A love without course
Without warning.
–
A broken heart
Does not waste
The sweet quartet,
The steady rival
A job as natural
As breathing.
–
Everyday I watch you
Percolating, from filter to gut
Thick in overture
I choke on your abrasions
The regretful kindlings
Of a subsequent pause.
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The clench of your cloaca
A responsive echo
I gather eggs by the plenty
The cumbersome dilation
The unspoilt farce
An inhalation to forget.
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