Spelunking
for J
This whole city
is big enough for us to walk
until I’ve got blood
in my shoes,
and empty pockets.
We map these streets
with stitches
connecting places we go in
step, in hand.
We wade together
through this swamp-wet air
holding on so we won’t
get lost.
We bring home peaches
and second-hand jeans
and we sweat under cover
in dark private places.
Your eyes run black
with love-smudged mascara
and we sleep just barely
touching.
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