Circa 2000: another of the prompts where you use words given to you, and another of the prompts for which I've forgotten the words...
He
can’t be deceptive:
she
knows
his
taste, touch, smell, sight,
and
sound by heart;
she
knows his heart by sound:
by
pressing her ear
to
the left side of his chest, listening
for
the eruption.
She
can’t be deceptive:
he
can read her heart,
her
mind, find and unwind
every
word, every thought
until
it completely unravels
her
thread bare
and
him ready
to
erupt.
No,
it’s not the sex:
sex
is deceptive;
it
promises eternity,
but
eternity lies
in
conception;
it
lies
in
the desire
to
abstract only his sound
from
her silence:
it
lies
in
the deception
about
to
erupt.
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