My bowl is broken

There’s a crack at the tip

A splinter where my lips go

My bowl is broken, but

I slide my lips against the chip

to inhale my joy

I know with the slightest

movement, or

a reckless caress,

blood will run.

I inhale and I’m 20 again

My hips in your hands

My fingers fondling your

naked neck.

Halogen headlamps expose us

We kiss

We laugh

We dance to

surround sound Incubus

from your truck

running in a desolate parking lot

You see me

I see you

Sometimes I wonder if

you still pretend too

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