closest
closet
burning
smoke
consumption
I treat it as lightly as I can
I backed into it
retreat
but not
sweaty palms
clammy handshakes
limp
insincere
I saw the world from my closet
my closet
the closest
clothing
the cloth
surrounded me
constrained my body
concealed my imperfections
did it give you an erection?
did it bounce the right way?
did my closet give me away?
the doors opened
stones
scars
twisting melatonin
wrists holding hands
shear
unprotected
sex-you-all
undisclosed
un-disrobed
keep all mirrors away
they might reflect reality
and not my delusion
dissolution of your
passion
resolved
in tips
with nerves
and endings.
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