Coitus

for L

I’m pounding you
home, hammering

away at you, building
a home inside of you.

each thrust,
a gesture of my intent,

of the words that pound
in my chest

choose the fine line of
tenderness over

aggression, even as my
bite stings your shoulder

& I plant seeds inside a
spasm of our garden

where the magnolias
drip with scent & have

become swollen & wet
like genitals.

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