A Whole New Level of Nakedness

Public confusions
that play a part
in confiscating
our attention
may seem like magic,
but in the end
become the delusional base
from which we leap
into mindlessness.

That's a distraction.

She walks up to me
unzips my fly
reaches in
and grabs my attention
and then kneels down
and sucks the lack of confidence
right out of me.

She bends time and space
and I enter into a realm
where magic has no place.

This is sheer nakedness,
beyond the guesswork
of 5th Avenue Advertising;
her lips  shun argument
and her eyes
fill in the grief
left by trickery
and sad tradeoffs.

In hot tub madness
our drinks spill
into our mouths
and the pillow suds
of our bathing
matriculates
a wholesome
stitching
of two parts beads
and one part turquoise.

Banished clothing
sports the floors
and the last taste
of dark chocolate
is savored
as the clocks tick tock
and the universe finds
another game
of endless sex
in the unfathomable
forest of minds.

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