#26 Revel

Tainted that second night, the other you. Rigid. Which is exactly what. Self-indulgent. You don’t want.

And the awkward gestures of having asked to touch, slowly, /
and then the touch, less slow, dissolving the questions in those first gestures

lizard in the corner     languid lick of /
scales     we’re on loop     unsteady /
ready to leap but not to fall