In the mean time
Dear Raurimu,
tonight my
boy will spoil
the space that’s yours;
I’ll
help him kick the night
down without you—
it is a
flimsy door.
You must hurry.
Alcohol
cannot help
those ambitious
shadows we
know by name
during the day—
the elegant
temptress
you pass for; worse,
the
naïf I become
to compensate.
I
won’t take advantage.
There are plenty
who believe
in smooth skin
and harsh kisses
but I love
the wrinkles
in your armpits,
the
softness of your breath
on my boy’s cheek.
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