silence cracks the night in two
twist teeth in a sneering, for
beauty makes him shudder. shivered,
like things unaccounted for:
i as the wolf, then he as the coydog.
we beat as a twofold, we
beat as a twofold (or did on that day)
it would make sense then, that i
eye under hairfall the coytoed
frenzy. wanting him how a
taste clogs a mouth hole,
needing to spit;
i'd count on fingers rippled over
skinlicks in undressing tongue,
such ribkicks! and the pumping heart.
claw like a suffocaton. we
lash as a twofold (or did on that day)
i'd adore, oh,
how in that creeping.
ramming fists into his naked truth;
we bruise in the sheets now,
fall limp as a howl.















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