days now

days now
thinking bout sex

the slope & slide
of memory

older love
her dark horse craving

image
of orgy

the togas
displaced upon the floor

older Rome, Caligula
at his sister’s throat

a Mediterranean size
obsession

olive, wine
the grape being eaten

from another hand

so human with our
use by date

it’s just the way
we hang our linen

on the sunny side
of bed

our need
to be touched

by the human

blood’s rising
off the bone

 

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