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I
have been her.
that
shameless hussy,
eyes
shut tight
swaying
uncontrollably
balanced
on the tip of her clit
with
the nerve to sit
in
the front row
watching
her man
our
man
play
his axe
get
his groove on
saluting
others of
us
stars
in his constellation,
who,
for that brilliant moment
recognize
the gravity of each other's presence
a
necessary pull
less
we each spin off
into
the chaos of a no bodied cosmos.
Aglow
in the free jazz funk
of
discord, now made harmony
by
his self absorption that we
tune
out telling each other's pussies
across
the layers of his lines
isn't
it classy
how
he manages so much snatch
with
skill and fervor,
in
public no less,
creating
a flourish for each labia
so
singular
so
unique
we
don't
even care
if
the other exists.
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