I understand why when you look at me
hurt and angry
I am both devastated and viscerally
drawn to your side.
The evidence of intensity you have for me
satisfies me in indescribable measures.
Our instant intimacy
made air like fermented fruit.
The perfume of the semblance the two of us have.
Doors shut, fears dissolve.
Sex is our sacrament.
We worship, eyes locked, then get unconscious.
You sleep and I dream.
You sleep and I wish. I wish.
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