Wednesday, December 11, 2019

[The Entanglement] a poem








I can live off your smile;
 everything of death, departure and loss subsides with the very sight-

-send your hands astray across my body,
 deep-throat my shaft until my mushroom-head tickles your tonsils,
revolve around the tip as the moon does this great planet-

-sex is the connect that disconnects us from
 the daze of being hostages to this world;
If we are to be captive, let us be captive in the
mist of our entangled beings, lost forever to this primitive
form of coexistence,
that is sex-



Dontrell Lovet't
-from [Labial Laughs]

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