I was unprepared to title this post

When it’s prepped and primed

it’s ugly

Falsities killing dragonflies

under steel cap boots like mountains 

But when it’s raw and rearing

striking iron on iron like sparks 

from kisses, lit in depths of pale moon drenched nights 

it’s spectacular 

Sliding between sheets of silk and sandpaper

because on one hand you’re all in

Chips like seashells strewn across stretches of coastline

Rolling those dice 

Taking oxygen deep into your lungs just to

b l o w 

On the other submissive hand

the terror in your eyes shouts 

where your pupils shatter boundaries 

and earth becomes a distant, blue speck in the rear view mirror

because all you ever wanted 

was to 


f u c k e d

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