The smell of sweat and anonymity pancakes like mineral powder on their bodies They learn each other’s histories browse the volumes of each broken arm and heart break with each kiss, each breath in time They manufacture love with grinding hips and replace the concept formally known as procreation with something less permanent, less contractual Fear in a name only increases the fear of the thing itself and each of them fear to say “l-” to say “lo-” to say “-ve” to say would be to ruin the game they play so well The art of conversation is lost to bed sheets and alcohol and with it goes sincerity and safety with it goes stability and sacrifice They open their bodies and keep their hearts shut tight They love without love They kiss without kiss They feel everything and yet nothing at all.
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