Blisters on hard black flesh,
Sun so high as to bake mirages,
Like cars, we don’t know a future.
Rings of candy, lick and love…
Blue chill in a cylinder, cool.
Our tongues roll around,
Sensations soak into us,
Ants savor our abandoned…
Orange streetlights say, “now.”
Do you want to stay tonight?
Blankets, and music, and boys,
Still Taboo.
Time tricks, while events pass
Gravity, the age of souls,
Revolves us around stars,
Never leave the summer's
Sighs and Spells!
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