losing it!
losing it in the simile:
the metaphor becomes one
in its pale pink blushings,
its white skirting--
the wine stain on its lips and
the vagrant half-cooked deepening
of the whites of its eyes,
drunk, searching for someone
to marry it into the church and
finding instead a pure white
bonelessness up
between thighs. endure it.
endure kissings, endure the breaking of
the seal. endure the waste of
waiting
for that first meal.
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