B.order/line (Will Christie)
this is the event of fire
sleeping in
town and the roof is phat with birds
it is a very dogged
lust that wolves us
lying beside u
feels in motion
like the photo of a fall
the language body seethes
u make me
nerve us
u
come a bit close
r
desire's a pleasure
that erases
evidence of its own fullness
danger sharpens the attention
I love because u r
mined
this is a stroke of the heart
your context is coming loose
I am an object
with feelings
increase yourself to my needs
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