Brutal Desire

Desire,
vulva, plump and pink,
throbbing beneath my clothes
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Desire,
vulva, plump and pink,
throbbing beneath my clothes
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Join me here in the abyss – in the fecund depth of knowingness,
The deep blue-green of the great void
where words fall into and are lost forever.
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Choking on the soup of inauthenticity
Struggling with the sorry state of humanity
People guarded, people hiding, people grieving, people biting
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She can’t tolerate me now
I can feel it in the 4% of her remaining.
She is too tired and
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Being a woman
Means I am in the cycle of the Earth’s rhythms
I am Summer
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ever have those moments when silence is an interminable sentence
and even the stereo full blast can’t drown the shame of your own being?
when agitation curdles in your stomach and jitters outwards
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One a.m. again
woken by the thousand thoughts in my head
creeping into dreams
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It was following two years of celibacy
and two, two-month “relationships” that I met her.
She asked of me a hundred things on our first date
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37
3 from 40
22 from 15
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I left the games of the for-profit
to seek right-livelihood in the non-profit
counsel young girls
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Te enojas
más rápido que yo
y te calmas
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my hands are shaking with fury
in this 80° house
my body shivers
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