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| Etienne Benassi |
In My Bed
There’s a body in my
arms, sweet cameo of
profiles, links up contours
in this domain of warmth.
There are armfuls of torsos
Fell-swooning across the
sidelong limb, svelte scandal
at my fingertips.
There are erections that
bite like kissograms
(without the extra charge),
States of mind which burn
till my edges frazzle
and an envelope of new skin
folds smoothly around the flames.
You have to steam us
apart, like coming reluctantly
unstuck from sleep.
©
Kieron Devlin,
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