the coarseness of his whiskers prickled
rubbed red rash masses burned cheeks
lips past chapped stretching crevices
straining to kiss your goose down smile
wondering what you see behind thin skein lids
closed but to the most brilliant illumination
so sweet so soft two fat bellied worms
caress cracked slugs immobilized through sodium
his voice a dark tunnel a flickering tongue of fire
settles
you absorb the warmth understand every word
reach to stroke the bristly brush bush pulls
down
push in fall up
for the reprieve from light's absence
as the two of you stand naked in the rain
waiting for lightning to strike
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