Crush richard siken amazon7/6/2023 ![]() ![]() His wounds healed, the skin a bit thicker than before, Replete with the tight lips and the eyes that remained eyes Mirrors and shop windows returned our faces to us, Had only slipped underneath us, freshly scrubbed. The old dull pain, whose stitched wrists and clammy fingers, It wasn’t until we were well past the middle of it ![]() So we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool. Very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. The way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desireĮveryone could see the way his muscles worked,Īnd rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool– Trying to define a room he is outside of. Over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters. History throws its shadow over the beginning, over the desktop, I’m sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart. Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I like himĪnd I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought. ![]() Tonight, by the freeway, a man eating fruit pie with a buckknifeĬarves the likeness of his lover’s face into the motel wall. That’s a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey and kisses for everyone. The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night ![]()
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