It's been a while, since I poured heart on page.
I'm nestled in a cavern knees up pressing. Thinking, reliving memories.
I circle the island with its multiple climates, A/C blasting, FM radio singing
Pressing. Altitude. Pressing.
I called your name. My mouth forming a familiar shape, syallables bounced out.
You came. Several times. Leaving unwrapped condoms each time.
For next time.
Touching me with finger tips
dripping tounge flicks as the fan circled.
Infinity rang.
Our voices held tones
only memory knew
like trying on old clothes
roles
with no promises
words fell between motion
dissolved in breath
and fell flat into silence
Convo 101
a tight string, plucking cords
as the fan circled.
We circled.
Our intentions fading in and out,
your face, told me something I already knew.
Hoping for you to say it, but you never do.
So with words with motion,
I drop out,
Like I do.
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