A Retreat To What Matters
Prancing needles on the flesh,
unmistakable desire,
hungering stallions racing within irises fixated upon
us.
Gentle wisps of air coursing through crevices
scattered across the walls and ceiling.
Cracks and gaps.
Caused by
them.
Despite such trespasses,
we'll suffer them as we always have.
Lost in one another's arms,
ravaging,
stolen
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