I wonder
is your mouth crowded
with unexpressed adorationstripped down just one last time?
or is it just spite?
You said (the
perpetual) "it" once
after weeping while drunk.
Stupefied and speechless,
I held you and fucked you
and dreamed alongside you
'til you slunk down the hall
in the cruel sobering morning.
I wonder would you say it
if whiskey was muting,
Would you say it if I
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