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vaccine grind welcome to the homosexual divine: my morning cock on your morning cock one slow throbbing grind. the vaccine making its way through our bodies is one long ache. that’s how you know it’s working when it makes a baby of you. first spooning and then grinding and then oh, the cat just screams and screams. who’s gonna spoon feed us? and the clock goes on. me too running a hand over your back or kissing the corner of your mouth makes me want to open the day for you, or feed you my fingers, or just eat you, here. stupid on vaccine I’m breathing your breath in, not from your mouth straight from the nose to nose and it smells so good I can’t help it it makes me stupid and say all sorts of things it smells like warm milk, hot skin, like a pillow after someone sleeps on it, sure, or like sap and split wood but really if we’re trying not to use metaphor it’s enough to say: breathing your breath in is like breathing in a lover’s breath after fucking, after your whole hand was inside of me, where you found first my heartbeat and then god in my cunt, while every feeling passed over my face, after naming everything you saw pass, after fucking with one arm sore from the shot that will save us from dying, we can’t forget it. or at least losing the scent of everything important (sex, garlic when it first starts to sizzle, fresh bread, armpits, leather, coffee, hay). when we sleep I dream about being inside you. we’re on a roof. it’s an unfamiliar place but when you lay back it’s just sky and more sky. |