I ask for directions
Bent over me,
Breath plays
As you explain
Now I’m really
Lost.
Rockstar
I rock on
The heft
Of your hand
It would be shallow
To love you
Just for this.
(But I could.)
General
Mouth pulsing
You start a war
Your words are
Works in progress
And bite like ice
Shock like sheet lightning
Like sunstroke
Like revelation.
You started a war
But your entreaty
Hides here, in touch.
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