all i know

here is what i know
bus stops in winter
cold hands on your hot stomach.
i know kisses like sinking
and i know watching you.
i know wet weight against me,
the thick smell of sweat and stale come.
i know your hips in my lap
and my bones in your hands.
i know your surrender,
the child-like line between
humiliation and desire.
hitting sparks at the pace of trains tracks
and tides.
i know beauty so gentle that is paralyzing.
(i know kissing you when you are so close
it is just your inhalation)

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