Gazelle
running
ears pricked
to scents in the wind.

A dancer on point
fluid and rigid
heart throbbed
before a pirouette.

Desire is 13
and a burn
that sweats your pants
shivers that erase your name
care for recklessness
drowning without water.

A chocolate drizzled childhood
skin licked
hands that intercourse
nerves into a jangle
and severs sense.

A bubble breath
wanting to burst
eyes watching silver slips
escape.

A goldfish bowl of promise
ice cream
melts
lava is seminal
if
desire is…

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