sex addiction

stars unsnap
and hang
like broken garters in the hot sky

the moon is in my fist
and no matter how hard i squeeze
comes out

thunderstorms stay tied up
in my body
my body that whistles under
your blueblack
knuckled grip

until the world breaks
open into electricity
etching what will not change
with laser light precision
into the black

until the rain comes
pulling heat down
into the choked gutters

now starfish come unfrozen
swimming up into dawn

wendy shaffer


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