Friday, May 23, 2003


call me what you want
it doesn't change my name;
it only gets in the way
of action

just touch me, here,
but not too gently,
don't mistake me
for poetry;
i need you hard

we don't need to talk
about anything
when i ride you
don't search my eyes for love
when you die your little death

there aren't any epiphanies
when a fuck's just a fuck


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