flyguy69
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Surface Tension
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The body is a cup, to be filled
with lust and hunger, to be
held warm to the lips, to nestle
one atop the other. We say:
fill me to the brim, let
your dark intoxicants spill until
you and I are shaped
the same, until we nestle
in the hot night air. But the air
is not the body: the air fills
the body but is not the body.
The air is the space not filled
by our desire, growing
as our desire diminishes. Nature
abhors a vacuum. Nature will not allow
a thing to be consumed
and not replaced. We decide
whether to let the night air in.
To let the cup cool.
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::
The body is a cup, to be filled
with lust and hunger, to be
held warm to the lips, to nestle
one atop the other. We say:
fill me to the brim, let
your dark intoxicants spill until
you and I are shaped
the same, until we nestle
in the hot night air. But the air
is not the body: the air fills
the body but is not the body.
The air is the space not filled
by our desire, growing
as our desire diminishes. Nature
abhors a vacuum. Nature will not allow
a thing to be consumed
and not replaced. We decide
whether to let the night air in.
To let the cup cool.
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