Hands clap & I react with
non-surprise. Wholly has my heart
been identified

As the sole proprietor of my sin.
The sin of thinking what I think
concerning you.

Every pattern and every thought
has become a cloud of lust and impurity;
and my heart, a garden of desires.

But in this moment,
a pause, and reflection.

That time keeps us apart,
that fucking span of minutes and hours and fucking days.

Goddamned days.

A rift brings you closer to me,
and another. And another.

Until these texts add up
to something more substantial
than a kiss. More erotic

Than my imagination would.

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