by Kevin Martin

 

never could
hit between
my
fingers
used to
dwell in
other sacred places

dreams gaunt after stars
in veins i think of you
always

live like i might be a
good man
with thunder in my ear
lightning
smooth as ever
she never wanted
to be bad
neither did i

kissed her squarely
on the mouth

both accustomed
to consumption

devour each other
every chance we get
don’t fuck around
as the sun
shines overhead

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