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Ryan Dement Jun 2023
Now that we've learned
to love each other
so freely,
we make private fun
of everyone else.

We barter our secrets
for slices of carrots
or getting the door.

We negotiate our names,
swap stories for stories,
sell future favors
for the *** we just made.

At night we lock the door
and smoke each other
like cigars.

We scatter our profits,
roll around our wealth.

We soar like stocks.
Ryan Dement Jun 2023
I gently **** your snakebites
to taste as brave as
you.
Ryan Dement Jun 2023
I don't think I've
ever been in love
with someone
who wasn't a
friend.

I don't think I've
ever had a friend
who I wasn't
a bit
in love with.
Ryan Dement Jun 2023
Drops drop in, out,
around,
the whole shape of me,
tracing my creases and
loving my lines.
That, and nothing more.

I soap myself silent
and refuse to be jealous
of how well water
knows me.
Ryan Dement Jun 2023
I've grown less fond
of grubby dreaming,
have had enough of hope.

I distrust bright colors
and new mirrors.

I need layers of dust
to recognize
my lived-in eyes.
Ryan Dement Jun 2023
I know every inch
of this, my hell,
and I've never seen
you before.
Ryan Dement Jun 2023
The lines of your body
swerve and sway,
but I have found my faith,
and all roads lead home.
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