A Discourse in Miracles

By the end of the day

My attention was you

All I needed

To pull me through

A “hard day” day

As riots rise up

Your “kiss me now” look

Quells me

And still

I want to fuck you

Not just once, but over and over

Again until collapsing

Finding your deep mystery

If you didn’t know this then

Then you know it now.

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