We will be caught
when the hot rain makes rivers of the back roads
and there is nothing to do but
wait out the storm

We will kiss
filthysweet and full of longing
feet on the dashboard
sweat between our stomachs

Your mouth will bloom like a bruise to whisper the confessions your body made inside mine

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