Sunday, April 14, 2013

Après-Sex with Aliens



Your canoodling maneuvers are fini.
You each have plumbed each other’s circuitry
without too much unwillingness.
It wasn’t some drear chilling mess.

You successfully collectively contrived to come.
You’re dumb, a little numb.
No words for this.
You remember you forgot to kiss.












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