fire burns

i hate us,
screaming hiatus,
you rub me the wrong way,
a climb, mate,
a summit state,
primed rates,
it’s too much,
dimmed persistence,
from your distant,
malignant way.

i’m suttin,
you’ll never taste,
wasting your kisses,
kissing me the wrong way,
sate me a climate,
something primate,
submitting innocence,
pretending militant,
tend to your tense,
impotent way.

i’m potent,
my head aches,
tongue lock-loads guns,
every tired day;
you’re intimate the wrong way,
bitten ankles,
weak with illness,
a primal gaze,
for lazy sways,
too far a way.

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