bite on the lip of his
to squeeze the juice out
develop the sense 
to inhale in 
the sharp smell


my body adores it
we are companions 
do not leave until
morning summons me




then gather around me
absorb it all 
behold my expensive clothes torn
torn them during wet dreams
hot as they come
summer has swallowed them




having hallucinations 
I cannot look into your eyes
fighting against forces of fear
go away from me
I am well, at least, at last 


thought about how
the walls weep around me
they have sucked voices of pleasure
so many years passed
now torturing themselves to stay white




gracious tone blew in my face
straightway I looked into his picture
puked on my own lap
violet and turquoise surrounding 


I meow when moon hides
streets hug my steps
sparkly full, skinny glasses wave at me
when passing alone
I overturn, not quite gladly.

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