someone presses
against the calescent place where my shoulder blades meet
and the quick rush of blood to skin makes
my thoughts transparent, tipping over my collarbones
and all my ambiguities tumble out onto the pavement
like an overturned handbag.
someone apprehends
my mouth and my explanations are swallowed up
and the quick tightening of my chest
suspends an inhale, no words
could phrase this with the eloquence
scripted by languid limbs and fluid nights.
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