Animals

It’s the feeling I miss the most

the vulnerability of

earthquake and rain

combining

tingles on raw skin

goosebumps on couches

wet panties and firm

cock to keep us inside

but the cigarettes always

drew us out. Remember

the cigarettes on your

porch? The trees watched

while darkness took

our smoke, our lust,

or lungs, our liquids

We fucked

right there in the dirt.

Animals.

It’s the feeling I miss the most

the vulnerability of

earthquake and rain

combining

the animals inside us

not caring

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