emdashzero, a poem

skins

- s l o w movement

– I {clutch} you

— silken and supple // against //

—- a snapshot of [my lusts]

—– take what's mine away from me

—— I promise that you can have it

——- it is like I have always+++ known you

——– you fuse-into-me, breaking sweats, grant my pines<><><>

——— at a certain point, I lose my.di.rec.tion.and.flour.ish

——— the fervor is celebrated, but [[we]] are the sole inhabitors

——– we secrete exultant wines, {perhaps not to be imbibed}

——- in moments like these, we rollick (!) and enliven (!)

—— watering the faltering seeds of our ardor ;;;;

—– exposed yet comfortable * , tender yet headstrong *

—- this {high} won't ever tire

— should it, fret not=

– we shall relive=

- another—time

awaiting...

Valerie Gitlow

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