Ethereal, like the lightness of floatin' upon the clouds of lovers learnt & lost. In'shala, god is fuck.

"You wear that cast so cool..."

The space between bodies rising and falling; resting, and waking.

"... turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet."

Time's gone and passed; memoir faded and torn. Lingering like scent on fabric.

"I'd arrest you if I had the time..."

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