No one to talk to about
Having no one to talk to
Thank fuck for
infatuation
I’m riddled
with heaving
lasciviousness
sitting on the bus
Nursing a mild
erection
Thinking about us
Immediate as a carpet
Satisfaction lurches
As the road unwinds
below
Massaging the urges
Pulsing and yearning
In the shadow
Of my pants
Once there was now
Thinking thoughting
wanting
All the hot
remittance
Tempted to be caught in
The fish net of your
kisses
When there was then
Flesh was heir to all
The sifting of hot
sands
The mirage of your call
Thank fuck for
infatuation
I’m riddled
with heaving
lasciviousness
sitting on a train
Nursing a mild
erection
From station to station.
01/04/20
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