he was looking for that moment
understanding
he thought maybe he could find it in a book
spines on the shelves of clarity
for him everything was gas
until you spoke
he drew pictures
and you understood
warm flesh
belief
the sandman the tooth fairy
the grind-grit-clench
that pillow still holds soft impressions
on both sides
even when bathed in epic frost
heat is in the present
to fuck is in the future
you both knew the past had not shut
changed
you can still and always
eat bugs and make babies
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