magoski the forest
is a soft green pulse
& the lovers
are only
a memory caught
in rising heat
becomes ache
violence
is longing 4
pleasure
not experienced
is
best enjoyed
alone

your lips—
litmus paper
testing
what remains
of trust

what a feeling
to pay for
sharing
some of that—
the real thing
that lives
somewhere
beneath
our circuitry
our secrecy
how can you
prove
you trust me
when you know me
only
through a lens
& the quiet collapse
of purpose
the ache
of watching
what it can never
touch

jeanhardee this 'un rules, son

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