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She strokes in this hour
Fertitillating grace
Night of lovers chirp
In erotic trance
She begins to fret
“I’m lost in you”
She says from the scaffolding
I spread. My. Arms. Out.
Widest.
Yet she falls short of
Maybe the tint of gravity has defeated me
Maybe love has overcome me
I love your gentle possibilities
If there was friction it was orange like a spark
Maybe if we could stand each other
Maybe if I stole your plasticine idol
The serene waves,
A hallajian nightmare
If I was destroyed, and you existed
Neon turmeric has blinded you
“Cover up the love bites”
No one saw anything
There wasn’t a smile
And there wasn’t a spark
© A.R. Minhas 2016
