I don't know.
I don't know
what is going through your head
as you arch your back like a wave,
shoulderblades pushing against my chest
like so much water heaving itself at the shore.
I don't know
what is going through your head
as you lay finally still,
my kisses trickling down your back
towards my fingers (still smelling of you
as the soles of my shoes smell of
freshly rained-upon earth).
All I know is this:
we are just two people,
(I - lonely;
You - today a friend, tomorrow a vacancy)
my hand is on your belly,
and I can't ignore how your hips
are grinding against mine like a mill
pulled by the breath of God Himself.
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