You know what’s sexy? You.

You heard how I breathe when I sleep

or how I did those odd little moan noises
it was funny. I just laughed. At how we laughed.
Sad. Now I’m sad over how we laughed.
A neptuniun fury. Name it a curtain call
The brim of the acrylic cloth that buried shadows in our love
hallow in the squeaky bed bolted in with rusty lugs
lunging forth to start the sunup, under covers dried with passion
in our eyes their lies a passive, sane, perhaps a way, cause absence
makes my heart grow odder. 
struck gold. pick axe made out of my own bone. 
marrow that you’d swallow, diamond in the rough. drone
piling up. glow in the dark. we’d pair up together so close to heart 
if we were of other genus from the start the geniuses on Noah’s arc couldn’t have us thrown apart.

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