magnetic.

i am still
awake;
my tea
is cold
and the
ground
is wet.

watch my
skin
fold in
on itself.
layers of
memories
and disaster.

it is humid
and sticky,
but the mountain
breeze cuts
through
your protective
perspiration.

does he
sweat when
he makes
love to you?
does your
skin prickle
and buzz?

close your
mouth
around the
warmth and
melting magnetism;
rest your eyes;
exhale.

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