One hand presenting to the gaze
Tracing careful teases
The other partially concealed
Buried in secrets
The first traces lips, piercing
The second remains, piercing
The first finds tongue, soft and warm
The second remains, soft and warm
The first grips a shoulder, tightly
The second remains, hidden
In time they find the last places
They need to be, until
Pushing, pulling
Need quivers from one to the other
Pulling, pushing
Hunger quakes in the briefest of spasms
No more pushing, no more pulling
They have only one job left
To gently comfort, together
Resting on the other, soft and warm
March 13 – 23, 2025
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