Darkened Corners

I met you in that corner

The place reserved

For all things glistening and wet

For all things gasped and grasped at

With biting nails embedded in skin

With hard breaths, soft moans,

Lashed looks.

I meet you there in that corner

The space preferred

For grabbed at limbs

For flashbacks and hot wax

With hand clasped sheets

With swollen lips, rising hips,

Spread legs.

I meet you here in this corner

The chase disturbed

For wandering hands, wondering plans

For sleeping dirty, waking hard,

With bruise memories to press

With open mouths and the slow undress,

A pending mess.

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