Quietly I am attending

to you,

strolling past your body with mouse clicks and strolls.

Stroking your face with arrows.

Clicks. You

so much the same,

I discovered you,

a bit

deranged, remembrance of sweat passed, you

splayed beneath me, rising/ falling

when I pushed you

under my weight,

my pinning hips.

Your pinning lips.

Wide.

Some kiss.

Tongue and push and…

Gone, back, gone.

Windows closing and opening.

A fading sunflower in the sunlight, passing time.

Digging at your wounds, arrows

stroking raw flesh, you

bleeding out more of you

into nothing.

Collecting your hurts,

scavenging your losses….

feasting on your failures.

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