swallow

in america most men are ashamed most of the time for most of the things they do...




what a heavy load!

with a final groan and release you
deliver what is salt and honey
in my mouth, the money of the
love we made, the flow of rivers
i rarely let spend into me and
your face, pale and spent with shame,
that mighty damn, shrinking already.

like bubbling sap and oil you
explode

salvation.

The taste of you,
coal and

damnation.

a burning
ash suffucing in my membranes
while lamely, your gather
your clothes like Adam,
and donning fig leaf
underwear try to make
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