We leave gifts
of lust on the
sheets as pennies
; donations of
how little the
warm air moves
Receiving organ
out of her ,
I pant one second
, both of us
shining we
minted statues
‘Don’t come yet’
says she ,& to
confuse her
kindness with
my sex, I hold
a hand over her O
One banknote
thrown to
my spermicidal rug
& the summer-
rains bedroom
so hot & stuffed
I drip the drips
she welled up
to sweat’s crown.
of lust on the
sheets as pennies
; donations of
how little the
warm air moves
Receiving organ
out of her ,
I pant one second
, both of us
shining we
minted statues
‘Don’t come yet’
says she ,& to
confuse her
kindness with
my sex, I hold
a hand over her O
One banknote
thrown to
my spermicidal rug
& the summer-
rains bedroom
so hot & stuffed
I drip the drips
she welled up
to sweat’s crown.
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