poem: “tout oublier”

imagine us

fucking in a skyscraper

and you bite into me very carefully,

the juice running down

your chin; my head tipped


like a madonna from the 1940s:

when they only had sex in uniforms,

and the sky-lights stayed

sacred and


and far away.

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