Tagged: lips

i can’t think of you

i can’t think of you
without thinking about how i
should not be thinking

about your lips – saying it means
i am no longer thinking it
.
20170405:2245
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at the hour of

at the hour of
emptiness, we arrive
simultaneously, inches
from collision, so
close that biology
instinctively
takes over, turns
our mouths
into exploratory
vehicles, equal
parts infection and
inoculation, of
and against
an unknown future
.
20170312:1747
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when we made your bed,

when we made your bed,
i explained duvet
and duvet cover to
you, by way of Chaz
Hutton and Neil
Degrasse Tyson
.
between securing the
second and third
corners, we ripped
time, if not space,
on that first night
without knowing it.
it was only a matter
of infinite
space until my lips
would find your lips
across fifty-seven
level three multiverses,
but definitely not here
.
20170306:0234
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day sixty-one, i

day sixty-one, i
realized i had never seen
you smile so damn much.
packed expertly into a
half bent, tapered
morning, the
first sips were
heavenly, holding
your mouth
in my mouth,
without burning
too hot or too fast
.
20170225:0142
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in the middle of

in the middle of
a focused discussion
on international
law this morning,
the algebraic
expression of your
lips suddenly bump
into mine, forming
an entirely new
equation. my thoughts
are crossing
borders without
anyone detecting
.
20170216:1827
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and so it seems

and so it seems
a kiss can undo
the completeness
of the world, a tongue
can lap at the latitudes
and longitudes that
secure our bearings.
i am trying not to be
irretrievable,
swallowed
by an infinity
mirrored moment
.
20170122:1715
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tonight, i asked you

tonight, i asked you
how you are able to
routinely find my
lips in the dark –
you whispered
echolocation, and
yes, always,
before clicking three
times, and striking again,
the perils of yet another
bbc planet earth ii
late-night catching up
.
20170118:0220
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