Big,
i cannot believe how so
incredibly
you are hot and orange
with
Summer i can remember

wandering through
the vestige
of your hot flesh

(cool exactly alone)

one lonely hand
making
the making

of a girl face
cupped by curling laughter

hair

that

i cupped with
laughing joy of lonely love

(i wonder
i remember

and dream of deeply loose muscles
in that quiet city
of constant noise

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"You can hurt me if you want."



"You're not into it–

I can't do it if you're not into it."







































.

Light slips through boarded windows
Hanging, waiting for action
Birds chirping over Sunday brunch
Soft yawn of the not too distant sea
As the sun kisses the horizon
goodbye and now off to work
Immersed in the oneness
Forgetting identity

i am grateful for waterproof mascara;
and that i didn't let myself be stopped by the cold weather when i
decided to leave.
i am grateful that i have begun to forget your
teeth and started dreaming about
new grins.