my blood delights
in its porcelain tumble all
the more so to know
that yours has stopped
--been stopped--
by another's hungry mouth.
into the shower, i am thinking.
what about our film? i think.
will i wear all of her pants? i think.
on the asphalt, i am feeling
you in my feet. i am knowing
you in my hands, and what things
we are capable of, eli. now this
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