lust: a short meditation

You’ve mapped me with your mouth and breath –

the topography always new when you put your tongue to work

 

it makes us and it breaks us

 

Bones ache from inattention, but you know when I need reopening.

You always call after liquor; I try to get on the other side of you (not bodily).

When I am alone, I am always here. You are alwaysย there.

I should remember this.

I should return a reminder to myself

(rubber pops against my skin, spare in its thickness)

 

We see the same sunset – late, hot and pink like our mouths –

we drink from the same bottle, share the same un-control of all this.

Cigarette wrists dangle and dance at your hips –

hips I have held while I’ve had you in my mouth.

 

I choose the light.

I control the heat.

I turn the dials.

You are always on and I am always just here –

a matted frond flailing in the lambent light of our last goodbye.

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