He goes outside, finds an excuse, takes his phone
We live with animals, insects, germs
Walk. Feel the birds staring
He needs to see her. So badly he cannot breathe
The tree is rotten. It all stinks
The little man in the boat
In her sleep she sounds like a dog
That moment, when the first kiss doesn’t happen
A small piece of you
The day gives up and leaves us
There is your blood and there is my blood
Given how it is with you and all you’ve said
Egypt
Suddenly the room is smaller, heat rises
I would like to love a dangerous girl
Honeycomb
Blackberries swollen with autumn
Barbed wire, lovers, whispered dismissal
We can fight if you like. Or make love. It’s all the same.
The little death, yes; but so is a sneeze
My body begs, but I am disgusted with him
Once more, once more please
My skin and your skin but the feel of someone else
I would just like you to remember my title: man.
Goose Feathers
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