No Slips Attached
No slips attached
1. Hand
No loops of metal
Plastic nor string
To declare the adoration
That blooms rapidly
Like grass struggling
Between concrete crevices
In brooklyn.
2. Heart
Nucleus of my soul
(still all mine)
Leaps when you kiss
Lacerated remnants
Of my current life
3. Mouth
I taste damp rain showers
Clutching your neck
Warm
Moist
Pulsating
I crave this confinement
To newness,
On days like this.
4. Ear (listen)
Words are banned;
Only the hissing of exhaled breaths
Licking lobes out of necessity
My dignity crumbles
And yearning grows
For you to say
My name
Or something.
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