Two less-than-people,
****** and lounging
buck naked on your faded comforter.
The sun too bright, the air too thick,
our lips too slick with
the taste of each other.
In short,
the act of cracking
our rib cages open just
wide enough to let the dust out.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC
