Lusty Maneuvers I'm Not Used To - by Adam Pomajzl

I'll borrow time in twilight,
          your body like a phenol,
interrogating streetlights
above shadowed placards,
                    poised in velvet press.

this predawn city.
this hazardous jaunt.

temporary hands
                    welded to reaching.
idle boats landlocked for steeping.
and it blinds me,
     these reckless tides,
     these nights of insulin sleep.

for you, worlds.

for now,
knurled from the waist down.

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