his beats
his beats upon up thru the caramel wood
floors// his beats slide & slither thru
the cracks in the walls// the sounds fall
over a certain another like water/ wetness
creeps thru the crotch of flamingo
satin/ streaming thru to jeans buttoned
at the hips/ unfasten me
from being any article but open
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