Swipe left, swipe left some more,

Swipe right.

‘I trust you with the diseases.’

 

Spread your legs apart,

Those black laced knickers down.

Tighten, release, hold-

All for this primitive experience.

 

Spread your legs apart.

Impatience with volatility, fear and doubt-

You plunge.

 

Nails running down this back-

Hair yanked, air gasped.

Plunge deeper.

I trust you with no diseases-

Once you have gone, left, to not return.

 

Swipe left, swipe right-

We hover on this itch— we are hooked. Remember the addict and his opiate.

Why should we bridge more than these limbs?

The angst of knowing- similarities, commons, memories.

 

Clinging into the night—

This heartbeat spent and heart empty in the morning.

What is a romantic?

Existential bummer *.

 

*

 

Fragility has a shape.

I give away this body—

I do not part with thoughts.

And all you do is trust I have no diseases.

 

Crash into me-

Crack this facade.

Chase through the loss—

To see me.

You don’t.

 

Swipe left, swipe right.

The next one. Yes, you.

I trust you have no diseases.

 

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The world is safe again here

The world is safe here