We Take Lovers to Avoid Fucking each Other


The sweat you drip is thick
filtering down your brow
to your nose, polluting
the handheld intoxicant that
pollutes your body.

This cycle, not predetermined
but guaranteed, is fitting.
What you touch to your lips
and draw away, touches mine
and is, as if mirroring you, drawn away.

Our movements, fluid, syncronized
are exchanged deftly- we manipulate
the pollutants to a docility
devoid of a human’s physical mastery.

It has only one fear, to be wasted,
but it will self-servingly waste us.
Still we are compelled like gravity
to close in on one another-

to wrap lips and legs around
plastic, glass, or flesh-
Embibe the bodily liquors
as a toast to our lovers.

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