like an 11 year old
girl,
sneaking basement episodes of Real Sex
on her aunt's HBO:
volume barely audible
and knees shaking, trembling.
like a new
unstamped
passport,
fluttering from the envelope
with promise
and uncertainty.
like a plastic flask
of cheap vodka from
your best
friend's older brother
in the summer night park ,
surrounded by fireflies
and ungiven kisses on fiery 80 proof lips.
like the encore,
pitch black-
then the lights and the kick-drum come
up and
through your body/ your veins,
knowing it is the end
but yearning for
more vibration and delight.
like you do
when you touch me
like you do
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