Zywa
This is real
He is grazing, getting closer
invisible to people
Only the birds watch
His warm breath undresses me
sucking he explores my desire
I smell what it does to him
One by one, he carefully pulls
off each scale from me
I let go of my imagination
and follow my body
This is real, the mystery
of love, without an outside
My skin trembles in all
my organs, in every cell
of my consciousness
I read my namelessness
in his eyes, this is real
really not romance
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