loud with
kisses, grips, and
all the pushes pulled
when expectation comes and goes
fleeting like our eyes when meeting and only
seconds to expiration
waiting for another
inhalation
holding you in with my breath
hopeless, endless, embracing until death
and then lingering
our days are changing
another week goes by
until it is a month, soon a year,
and finally a lifetime
the best way to slow it all down
is to fuck twice in the night
then go out and get wet
picking flowers and pulling nails
sewing heartache and forging hope
til all our selves are spent
learning just once
how to live
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