+ Eating, these days, what’s all ready, and on us.

we dash,

the width of arms. salamanders go fire, then fire again we go. I am nimbly another way to look, and you do, just that. expectation is first and finally. if ours is theirs, of course, our standards are others and needs and wants will be met. but who gives, when how does it feel? it, you, there-beside-beneath: those areas you’ve named are, we boast, overwhelmed. your jaw, you say, tired, dizzy. and, I acclaim, accomplished. that tongue, yours, “laps” this-forever-pursuit, us. and then, in me, I must taste what you are tasting, tongue. tell, what about this, makes our coinciding sighs accumulate, a second relationship.

written in zee flight.

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