"You're too soft to play with me.", he said.
Clearly. So...we don't play.
We just dance instead.
Together, in the rain.
Slit open and spinning.
Bleeding out anatomical hearts in circles
on the sidewalk.
Falling dizzy we land not so soft,
head to head.
In a puddle we make our bed.
Talk our dreams into vapors rising
out of the air into the sky and
spread them out into Orion.
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