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She tells me my name and commands me not to stop He gathers his legs to sit cross-legged on his revolving chair and takes more of his Americano from his 16oz bamboo cup She was only beginning to grasp the importance of decisions 'Relax' he says They’re not quite crying—they’re almost laughing You moved my hand that somehow sneaked to your leg Honey, aren’t you hungry? So follow me and I’ll strap you in Read my first booklet/zine of love poems If we lose the fantasy and the desire, what else do we lose? My corona There is a rushing stream that springs from glacial heights Our conversations are about DJ sets on Soundcloud and how bad the coffee is in Kenya Thick lipstick kisses from an overly eager aunty Artists make art about how screwed up the city is The essence of oneness bursts so loud that it is impossible to be conscious of anything else Why would you leave? The sky at dusk I want us to break the make-believe fantasy of a world of order Your breath is deathly silent Capoeira is both life and a celebration of life Now I can take what I’ve been given and tell you what is mine Ridiculous and sweet I kinda like Jesus It was the trace of your taste Wait - what do you really think of me Society is where I push to be recognised, admired, adored Sustainability would never taste - so sweet! When you cry, your beautiful egg-thin shell cracks Oblivious to the plotline, she focuses on the finger that points The first time it was my body Love is easy; easy to get and easy to lose





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