I stayed up late with you
playing chess and drinking wine until my lips bled
I made good moves to Zombie Queen
thinking, there are so many ways to get inside someone
how, when you get inside me
the words flow like liquid when you tell me how good I am
the white noise nonsense that other people say to me
takes on new meaning in your mouth
so it's probably not the syllables that move me
maybe more like the motion of metaphore
so much happier when left unquestioned.
I'll be like sugar on your skin, oil on your water
sweetness and colors, strategy and praise
Intimacy and intent
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