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miscommitment

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as flesh entertwines
into varied vessels
mingled fluids
that taste exotic
like papaya and cinnamin
lavender and melon
numbers written
in ink on my palm
smeared from washin hands
after i release
all the beer i drank
standin there in the stall
to feel a hand
press against my neck
and the kisses
that tip toe there
soon after
hungry fingers
searchin my body
creepin around it entirely
holdin me and
pressin warmth
among other things
into my back as if
to merge with my form
i let it flow
like the runnin water
of the tap
closin my eyes
to blacken the moment
that will live
with a life of its own
i turn to add
to what is about to happen