open mic

there are no goodbyes.
i am a poet infused.
masturbating to an
audience. ejaculating
words on them. some
swallow my verse.
i touch your nipples and
fondle your balls. spread
yours legs, you are poetry.
a poem infused. i see you
unconcealed in songs. the
privacy of you nakedness
betrayed. from a
schoolboy rhymer the
stage is infused.
chivalry is our conduct.
the dancer’s hard on is
infused in my mouth.
each of us hears our
applause. we fuck each
other twice. this is my
second sunday religion.
lali practices what he
preaches. flipside infuses
my flesh with tunes. our
intercourse blossoms. i
will be infused with you

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