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I want to come across every face

I come across

apologetic jets to eyebrows,

lashes, nostrils,

to hairlines even

a shared moment of utter separateness 

the jaundiced tincture of

the dribbled seed against a

catalogue of skin tones

my burnished glans rested on

cheeks like a dermal polyp

caress the fluid in like unguent

hawthorn stench

the fungoid scent of bared bits sucked

digits delved

eked vestibules

the bitter tang of anus

sweltering rim

relaxing around the rhythmic waves

the slithered contractions

of a probing tongue

some unbound gastropod!  

such wealth of anatomical diversity

don’t limit us to the familiarity

of a fastidiously mapped

topography

instead lose us

in brave new voyages

across oceans of skin

through the boundless lumen of

your southern passages

we needn’t converse –

what sense in doing so

there’s nil to say not said by our betters

such ritual is for the old

or else the young

for anyone but we –

nor even look

should we wish not to

such trysts belong to the body

and not to the mind

as long as our bodies function as

conduits of copulation

we are obliged to use them

to fuck.