A licentious twittering

So the silence
shapes the lust between us
into a corded ball.
The all you are
scares the whole of me,
doesn’t it now?
That’s how you have an accident,
and accidents are absolute.
Now it’s crucial
that we stay in tune,
keep in time,
leave our rhyming sonnets
at the door.
From within the body’s vast store,
a licentious twittering.
We’ll both be more
than nervous twitching
after this.

-r. miller

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