poetry

Senseless

“I want you to
[have] me
senselessly
because what logic
do we need to
undress each other-
fingernails in back,
mouthes going slack,
bodies posed for an attack?
What reason is there to find
in the sweat we leave on each
other’s skin?
You are no formula.

You are a language I want
to learn how to moan in.

— Lora Mathis, Primal Desire

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