she found his center of
gravity unraveled from the
start again I say
I want to see him
threadbare naked
on the floor.
no reason not to be in
silence with his heat, under
blankets and sand and backwards
shouts. on leather cushions we
fumbled and made sure we
were not certain.
(it's funny to think that
I stopped loving because I
am not cold I am not
rough)
two privateers strolled down
the deck and two is all I
care about we swabbed our
eyes we fell on castle stones
and echoed in the armory.
buried knee high, you performed
a miracle and he could kill
but took a fancy to her ears
he swills the wine and realizes
how satisfied we all could be not
smothered in our overcoats.














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