[1] there are such things ….

[1] there are such things …

your patient whisper, a

gentle breeze on the hairs of my throat.

trickling desires onto my clavicles’ thin skin.

my neck –

swallows …

heavy gulps, then

eyes set — ( widened )

they blink and they flutter.

pulsating chest, in

collaboration with

rhythmic pulls of gravity

that holds onto the blue lines of my arms.

air gaspings while in the zone, exchanging

each other’s breath.

a pretzeling collective of 4 arms, reminding

one another of their strength in lockdom.

there are such things. 

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