How do I number desire? It comes at me in unfelt longings, I catapult
strangers into fantasies they’ve never admitted to.

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Tonight
moon ringed fire
you stood inert
blinking in her
headlights.

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You stand in “beauty like the night” unaware of your power, around and about the young girls congregate, brush against you, tie you to their earrings. We are calm and nonchalant with our work like demeanour talk in break beats and semi quavers, my awareness of the space between us is no less palpable because of its impossibility, we feel the frequency feed it with aspirations. Somewhere we read the truth but ignore it. Hormones circulate on bar stools there is nothing to do with this, any material manifestation would ruin a life or two and I would become my own caricature.

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I flirt
gently,
skirt
your
innocence
leave us free
to imagine.