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+For our own grave and shallow reasons,<br />
+we occupy each other for a night. Bathed,<br />
+your milky body is in season, this house<br />
+you carry, to dance the dance and sleep.<br />
+I light candles, play an oldies station.<br />
+Odd, almost intimate, our tongues lace,<br />
+but the motions are mechanical, a muscular<br />
+offering, two snails wrestling on the moon.<br />
-'''Here, Now'''
+Yet, you are here, you are with me, now.<br />
+For every inch you open up, I’ll drive<br />
-Sal Cetrano
+a chariot through, sport rose-colored eyes,<br />
+swallow whatever drivel dims your pain.<br />
-For our own grave and shallow reasons,
-we occupy each other for a night. Bathed,
-your milky body is in season, this house
-you carry, to dance the dance and sleep.
-I light candles, play an oldies station.
-Odd, almost intimate, our tongues lace,
-but the motions are mechanical, a muscular
-offering, two snails wrestling on the moon.
-Yet, you are here, you are with me, now.
-For every inch you open up, I’ll drive
-a chariot through, sport rose-colored eyes,
-swallow whatever drivel dims your pain.
-For it’s truth that’s left me like this,
-swapping empathy and sweat with a breeze.
-Were Death to come, halving this loneliness,
-I’d suit up and leave you with the keys.
-Instead, smell sickness in sweet familiars,
+For it’s truth that’s left me like this,<br />
-taste it in riot of piss and bitterroot.
+swapping empathy and sweat with a breeze.<br />
-Across your deepest essence, see me stretch
+Were Death to come, halving this loneliness,<br />
-my muddy cloak, the ultimate pollution.
+I’d suit up and leave you with the keys.<br />
-|}
+Instead, smell sickness in sweet familiars,<br />
+taste it in riot of piss and bitterroot.<br />
+Across your deepest essence, see me stretch<br />
+my muddy cloak, the ultimate pollution.<br />
+|}</div>
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+{{DEFAULTSORT: Here, Now}}
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