doppelgangers

by the side of the road
where burned out cigarette butts poison the earth from in between crevasses in the sidewalk,
i lay with my lover-
as she claws at my skin like nicotine,

leaving long red badges across my back. the

white picket fences rise out to meet us, shot up though the ground by nailguns,
piecing out partial blindness from the artificial sun-
i look into her eyes and contemplate her smile- thrusting her heavy breathing into my ears

she could claw at her own skin
 or tug on the soft flesh wrapped around the inside of her arm with her teeth to keep in the screams

eyes widen, then flutter shut as her head is thrust back exposing the vitality of her throat to my dangerous hunger


and
when we'll dance
i'll
spin you around like a prayer drum. through the touch of my fingers. gives you motion.
 releases your
personal mantras into the air like a promise
 revealing the beautiful to everyone


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there are no reflections or shadows
only silhouettes completed beneath themselves

the water is duplicity

(and completion)

orion's belt is gesturing towards venus
cinching his waistband tighter in preparation for roadside visions with all
the voyeurism of the heavens
watching us fall into new vices and toy with our compassion, playing with each others feelings
and

time gives us distance
which we take too freely
removing ourselves from ourselves
and the
people who care for us as casually as we love them

the streetlamps and floodlights disrupt the serenity of 2:36 am
the cars skitter by unrhythmically forgetting to

slow down for



 bystanders



you are so self inflicted

this is how we fall apart
this is how we become things we never meant to be