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Drug

Between two calloused course
cups of crystal, the crush
of delicate beads of sweat;
as punctuation punctures weary
silence, I feel the breeze.

Your shirt shredded as we claw
at each other. I taste your come
coated with chemical, limp
I push forth like a choking dream.

4 a.m., cut and bruised, one eye
dried shut, our mind rings the hour
in as we crawl-a desert crawl-
looking for wet, wept tears
to be swept under the rug.

You take me in your mouth
and fall into a deep damp sleep,
raw and resolute.