harder than flesh
you know the flesh is easy. it's the rest
that's hard -- the balance of identity / society
/ morals / desire
: the thrumming behind your knees
that lingers days after you leave him
at the airport, nightly phonecalls
only sharpening the ache
: the edgy scent of a dark woman's
perfume, the recognition
you could take a new lover.
every
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