at the meeting of my thighs.
Whenever it rains
it rains the delirium of my stride nearing yours.
And whenever I talk
I talk dirty and I talk dross.
Whenever I stop
I stop to amend the urges that won't cauterize.
And whenever I choke
I choke on clay etching my words.
The things that keep us apart keep me inert.
The things that keep me alive keep me alone.
I have no inclination for anyone in sight.
So I dance
like you touched diamonds at the meeting of my thighs.