Unloved.

She said

Something about the end

And Alanis Morisette

And the way

She’d slowfuck me
Like a barricade
And stream of devotion

I’d probably let her
If she was here

Primal screams
In acreage
And foilage left
Pondering
Butterflies
Sex on lips
chests
Toes hands

Sweet offerings of

Whatever is inside of me

Whatever else is left of her

Said something about
Her mouth
on my cunt
And two fingers
Lonesome
Slip delicately inside
Like an entree
Before the onslaught

Of bodies 

entangled
Wet
Crazy
like 

caves in the snow

Said something about
Jann Arden
UNLOVED
GOOD MOTHER
don’t go there

Though

We both ache for the truth

She is slowfucking me again
Wet like a canvas
Sweat inside
Juicy tenders
Open explosive
yet to be taken
For a ride

Turn it off

I can’t

She said something
About
Needing me
We’ll work it out

Bullshit?

Maybe…

Yet sex cannot fix shadows
And part time vigils
Of skins and fear
And uncared fors

Love can though
Provide space
For healing

If we have time
And can let it

If we have time

And can claim it

Oh her sex
is to die for
I already know this
She is exquisite

And i sink

In

If my loins
have the answer that is

Let
Truth 

our story

Be told

We go to the river
The creek
Trickle treating

She pushes me in
Down under
Naked cold
surfacing alive

I like to be free in water

I need to be free in water

I am water

I love you
But…

WHAT is this…

Thing…

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