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to get laid
like, a lot

I just can't...

until I find someone
who can whet my heart

because the letdown
when it's not

I can't wash away
the disappointment
my soul still
wants to frolic
in the technicolor fields
of our imagination

it's just this
earthly body
has ever-so-many
furrowed brows
eye-rolls and face-palms
(+ curt middle fingers)

I dunno
***
to do about it
toward Christmas
and I feel you
more

you were
the best present ever

black satin
loops and tendrils
is gonna be
the death of me

full spiral
- once again -

lying in the grass
thinking of Drink Me bottles
and rabbit holes
to lose myself in
so many things

resuscitated tongue
mouthpiece
heartbeat
more ******

and the iron will
to resolutely
saunter out of hell
immune
to the too few, too late
tears of the devil

with clear, dry eyes
I stared it down
I'm a z-blossom

this keeps
killing me

yet, here I am
resurrected
as ****

missing the taste
of your thoughts

*again
in space
behind your ribbed cage
and if your captive heart beats
like it might
combust

— The End —