(Reworked from an original two-page prose poem about celibacy that took me a month to write. Drastic pruning.)
i want none of it
love-waste wrapped in latex
star-studded pillows
words feel erotic
tongue in cheek, on teeth, pallet
safely erotic
old november nest
caked sheets in need of some
ralph lauren floral
wind, full-bodied air
unsettles stagnant aura
between trench and skin
tom yum take-out soup
shrimps captive in clear plastic
revive my sullen tongue
paper revision
requires rendezvous with TA
restraint revised
concert hall speakers
pulse resonates within
like clapper to lip
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