Mercury
the first time
The night drips warm;
things move fast (light speed),
but she stays close to my potential
and logic is pushed from a moving train
with its arms bound,
its mouth gagged,
and its legs flailing.
This isn’t passion,
this is an education
in who we are.
“Sex: feelings or behaviour
resulting from the urge to gratify
the sexual instinct”.
She says, ‘You are a celestial sage’,
and glows like quicksilver.
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