dreamlike_androgeny
werewolf my own hands and my own
neck, chest, lumbar,
each given brief
reign.
I need myself, deny
myself.
Exhaustion is an argumentation
in new terms.
The floor is messy, my sleep
is sterile. I dream
of the floor -
making love on pained
angles -
inconsiderate pieces
of unmarked puzzles.

You've got faith in the future
but you doubt each day-
and so it always feels
like
waiting-
for someone to see you
in your dreams,
making love to yourself,
ruling the world.
the earth and the sky
divisions other people
make of you.
and in every atom of thought
there's an earth and a sky
to separate,
or else there'd be none
of this confusion,
there'd be no meaning
when i say you're
upon me bluntly,
or that juts,
that pleasures,
that hurts.
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Tildan I concurr 021003
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werewolf it'd be ironic if it weren't so seemingly possible: agreement. 021003
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Tildan no irony intended, of course :) 021006
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