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She Used Me


She used me

all night

and morning

like a pillow

she straddled

and pounded

until it lost definition.

I lost mine.

In the end I resigned

and begged to be hers

and her mine.

I was weak

From the sliding in

And out

so she took me

to eat.

She wore leather

and laid out for me

a crepe jumpsuit

and pink slippers.

It gave me pleasure

the way  five moons

in a four moon sky

would wind up desire.

In the air, I held her arm

and placed my head

on her shoulder-

wherever she moved,

I moved like her shadow.

And why not.

For a time

we redefined what is:

we turned water

into fire

and neither of us

got singed.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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Jack Galmitz

Born 1951. NYC. Alive.

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