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!!!!! happy lesbian day - today will be the very last day this year that i am visible - the sun is shining - the city is full - the door is open - goodbye
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we care to feel good, and nothing else
1. I fold my lover, neatly into a fortune nestle her between open mouth and knuckle, hands coaxed, rough impulse, pray on the nipple, spit a promise on her crouch, our dusk is bright red, hushed, biting, blushed, sliding against her hum
2. I dress up, lace my leather boots, by some miracle come fast, by tomorrow it’s hard to remember all I want, come back, thursday, I’m alone on the curb of coloniale telling secrets on stairwells, come here, I want to eat out of the hands in good posture, come, accept my impatient tendency, greedy, fresh, keening girl chasing love
3. I am on fire, hot, bothered a little crude, stay, as we care to feel good, and nothing else
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2. I dress up, lace my leather boots, some miracles come fast, by tomorrow it’s hard to remember all I want, come back, thursday, I’m alone on the curb of coloniale telling secrets on stairwells, come here, I want to eat out of the hands in good posture, come and, accept an impatience, greedy tendency, fresh, keening and nothing else
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1. I fold my lover, neatly into a fortune nestle her between open mouth and knuckle, hands coaxed, rough impulse, pray on the nipple, spit a promise on her crouch, our dusk is bright red, hushed, biting blush, sliding against the hum, we care to feel good, and nothing else
been up down and around
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communication
Once she asked me what I thought about when I was quiet,
as if touching,
we wallowed in the buttery moment,
let the room breathe
let the soft creatures
I wished to embody
roam nicely outside
I remember the company of noon
I couldn’t think and
my sailor’s mouth clogged in the midday light
tongue tripping over itself
soggy bits left behind in the sink
I remember nakedness, the gushing want
to be better than I was, in the moment
I remember the dip of the mattress,
the smoke in my head, the need
to split open in her presence
show off
where I’m warm and easily known
She told me she thought of buffalos, the smell of my ears, jammy egg yolks, pockets with holes in them, cowboys, the number 3,
She spoke purposefully
and bright
She put her hand up my shirt, easily,
again, She asked
I didn’t answer I didn't want to admit
I wallowed in the empty
while pressing my body onto hers
as if speaking,
mjp.
recently been doing this
letting go is so easy until you’re folding your laundry or cooking or walking home at dusk or lying in bed trying to sleep or stuck at a party you didn’t really want to go to or or or
had a really good day today