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After this, will the kiss
After this, will the kiss you plant on my cheek at Narita Airport become a scar? The sun is rising; your hand still in the small of my back.
Read moreAt the juke joint she pulls
At the juke joint she pulls him in, breathing as slow as she moves her hips; hypnotic, naughty, hopped up on gin, this place, this man.
Read moreThrough the louvers I see Joy
Through the louvers I see Joy. Was it only last night that she’d pressed me against the tamarind tree? I touch my arm, ready to let her in.
Read morePulling on the pants, she's neutered
Pulling on the pants, she’s neutered. Does it matter that she loves her breasts, even bound? She stares at her cheekbones. “I’m still here.”
Read moreYour hands are not as delicate
Your hands are not as delicate as I expect. Your voice, it skids into octaves; the music is there. Undressing, I see why you avoid pronouns.
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