Friday, June 24

Summer Rains

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.

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