i’m lying
on your lips
falling beneath
your kiss
and i’m turning in time
skipping on fine lines
between the vertebrae
of your spine
breaking moods
to break this
like your eyes against mine
foreheads against glass
looking for words
lost past
walking along rivers
where love once had
grasp on my feet
slipping on teeth
where gloss left me
your thighs against mine
passion and fire
my lonely desire
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