FWB

Pueblo Viejo is my latest FWB and I dont think of you at all when I come anymore - you some glint of sutured brightness,
a bug with an ass of flickering light - if I caught you in my fingers, my tips would glow with your guts.
Tonight, I've pulled myself from bed to take that obligatory 4 AM piss, and you're still alive, the moon moving above us both.
Mammal to mammal, tuft rubbing tuft, the grass licking the cashmere, the soil funked and dead,
but with week and crooked toes, still we'll run.


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