It falls to you
That place last night
Remembering a past life
The moment a chemical was released
Nicotine in the air
An Orgasmic coffee
The sip to stay up all night
Ruminating on your shape
The wetness of lips
And a pause of Sativa’s breath
The moon’s fullness desired you
Worshipping the instrument of my birth
It’s ok to die now
It’s ok to die
Sometimes
I can still remember
It’s hard to let go of such thoughts
To be obsessed with your repression
And maybe after my consciousness is gone
Then I will forget
But for now
It’s there
It’s always there
Your face reddened
And your body a map of teeth marks
Triangle etched on beauty spots
Strands of saliva dripping from nipples
Irradiated
Stares
Longing
Another cruelty
Summer brings a new style of fucking
Throat burns blue smoke
King of ash
Tap the last strain of smolder
Cum with certainty, and transcendence
Recreating myself on your belly button
An eyelash juts out
The thighs offer a refuge from the coldness
And these fingers will make contact
“You’re dripping deep oceans.”
Womb or watery depths
There is no dispersion of oxygen here
And no distraction of life
Just darkness
And whatever it is I am.
© A.R. Minhas 2017
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