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New Game 2

like my tongue cutting the corners of your jaw

a light-tight spasm bucks your beating breast
biting your lip, you’re above yourself
riding a breathless gush
of heat. & i’m between.
Afraid to Say Your Name 3

i cannot bear where dust collects
across the window pane
sun falling through, an exposure
a public undressing, i do not care
for busy & benign women, nor
their well-mannered hair & polished
sapphire attractions.
when your shirt is pulled slowly over your ribs
i look away, afraid of the things i could do.

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