shift work
twin heads pillow
moments away
only seats left in the front
the forgiving distortion
the forgetting of plot
so grateful
that the light should bow
to take the shape of your mouth
a movie where she’s
so tired
from watching him
sleep
all day
—Evan Evans
Enduring Romance
There was a time when you were charmed
by my lunging, and when I found your ignorance
more endearing. But that was long ago,
when love was new and our every precious moment
felt like sunlight glittering upon the edge
of a gently breaking wave. Now closeness
means chaos, and every dreaded moment
brings me closer to my grave.
Where does all this clumsy thrusting end?
Half-mad, greedily sucking on the
desecrated manhood
of the absentee father; desire meets boredom halfway
in a stalemate of discontent, a deep and selfish love
that can only thrive in a moist environment.
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