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erica court Aug 2015
tectonic shoulder blades, rising and falling, sensuous rubbing
the beyond the smooth skin,
        clasps of lips and hands alike, natural

window, lit by the dark-indigo-crevasses of stars peering through
        and makes like the sun and moon-- chiaroscuro
entwined upon unbuttoned sheets        perhaps        this
        can save        the daylight's dragging through

promises to follow skin's pathways        into their depths
        into where only stars light up        through the nadir
experiencing flight, exquisite libido, orgiastic now lolled


where one goes,        the other follows
       two hearts, bodies, one soul
unfolds the lifetime exploring as a heaven
erica court Aug 2015
what in the hell have i become lately
intuit served me until now
              when i wander
                         i wander when i will die
                 and some deviance,
                 this *** drive - hate that i feel this guilt
                 and shame
       like the parts of me that i don't tell you
          after we do it - i hate me
          and i hope you don't know that
          because then you'd hate me
                and this deviance will reach isolation
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