I Rough Out an Out(line)

Lie down and whisper how to pace.
I thread the slim enclosure
to avert my time in play.
Define us for me once.


Straw pleasures smooth
our nights. Our nights make silk
endurable. Adorable.
Net luck.


The pristine altercation
pounces where we work.
We wear our sleeves
toward sleep lines.


Test me. Shape the worth
we earn, light duty
circumspect with sounds
like gravel crunched into arrival.

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