v. Transparent Bore

Coarse silk, wrapped around

right hand as a genetic leash.

Capturing her, not her but

where she resides.

 

Back and forth, towards me towards this moment as I sit

apart, watching this interplay

between bodies.

 

Neither mine,

Nor her’s

Nor his

Belonging to no one, in this

instant, this series of

episodic nows

 

Leading into that visceral

decadence, then back,

letting this body up for air.

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