Tease apart,
feelings from
friendly chat.
We’re gonna wrestle
without a map.
Catch us in a net.
Piece herself back together
at the end.
There’s no such thing
as loving.
Expect nothing.
She pauses-
to look back,
too dark to see
her face.
Door closed shut,
We’re into something else.
We know there’s no such
longing,
in bodies touching,
called living,
with opened eyes.
Everything is slipping
off…