Love Works Too

Stripped to the shirt,
Lazy heat eventually
became too much.

Fingers pressed to neck
counting, worry
in music set to a pulse,

Faster and faster
as bands changed.
The taste was metal.

Tight rising yearned
for the spill,
For an end that comes

with shame,
On a dirty floor
outside like a drunk.

Instead, pale white
found the blood
through a squeeze,

Long and fragrant,
Timed perfect and
alien with joy.

Sensitive moments passed
with the sickness and
left something behind

to which I cling.

love works too

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