Song to Slow Dance to
Whatever gestures towards satisfaction
can never fully satisfy you
Think of the slow dance
how its softness and falsetto can alter time
for only three to four minutes
Think of the euphemism
Think of language
which is itself a euphemism
Everywhere there are bodies clanging together
there will one day be no bodies
Every body you give yourself to
will vanish
As will your own body
We know pleasure
because it ends
Wow, you went from a touchy feely moment to a disappearing act. a little existential
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I love your poems.
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