when people ask me, I say

when people ask me, I say

 

I’m stealing his eyes

in an assemblage of bodies

familiar faces

They don

charcoal outlines &

coruscate teeth

 

In awe of you before me

Two types of feelings

engulf me like twin

serpents,

sinful, entwined:

 

  1.  We’d be better separate—

A match &

gasoline

 

  1. It’s all in frame,

an involuntary fantasy,

a supercut

We move like oil paintings

our lines blend into each other

our strokes brisk

Sugarcane byproducts mess with

our organs

The clock reads 0:00—we

burst & we start over

primal rush

People envy us—

we steal their glances &

hoard them in the limited space

between our torsos

The supercut concludes

when we study each other,

parallel, drawn-out stares

 

These warm nights with you are

wild, and meaningless

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