empty sex is barren abandon
collapsing onto inflamed bedsheets
spurts of passion searching for a steady target.
empty sex can not fill vacant eyes
bleeding hearts
jagged shreds of tears
or pieces of you peeling off the sides of stray bullets you've dislodged from your heart.
empty sex is where
thighs echo
and spines shatter
and sweat
sticks
stains
splits
into a million pieces
and pours into pores.
empty sex is nothing but prayers
prayers only the body can conjure
a plea for love crawling out the pit of your soul
an exchange between vacant tombs
the deepest cry for help.
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