What do you want from me?
Nothing.
Then everything...
and nothing again.
In that streetlight
the steam of your car windows
the feel of your tongue
and skin
sticky with sweat.
I am completed for the first time.
Then, your fingers
d
o
w
n
my spine.
A lightening strike
igniting fire
flames that won’t
..can’t
extinguish.
There is no end to our beginning
we thought-
then
fire again.
A longing, a desire unfelt
then
feeling.
Either way, I die a little.
All of the lines are fiction.
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