my resistance is
glazed over
closed-mouth film on a clouded pond
but weak
push push push
youll find a warm gush
of giving in
my letting in
the seal never
breaks but
baby
it will cave
it will seem to
slide away
and then and then (Smile!)
the deep sink in, Ill wrap
you slow around a foggy grin
wind the gauze, a filmy spin
to circle circle your swelling skin
settle on your arms in silk-lined mist
your mouth submerged in mine
and milk-flood kiss
and Ill hover over the surface scene
show through my smirking dry guard-post teeth
shy glimpses of the soft and wet beneath













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an antique arms and armor expert
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Possibly falling...melting...pacing...bracing myself for what might come next...
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