the beauty of speed
love for lust, I can’t decide
both surpass all human needs
certain kinds of love turn rotten,
the heartache etched from the quill bleeds
clearly on this page in front of me
drip,
drip,
drop,
haven’t you forgot
the beauty of speed?
that change in all of us that’s so close
it’s missed, so fleeting we resist,
like the pulse race of the first crush,
the warming embrace of a brotherly hug,
who am I to judge
the distant insult of the sisterly shrug
frantic, yet forged for need
here we are standing face to face
with the beauty of speed
this is the bareback of honesty freed
from its cage inside of me
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