If we rub against each other
long and hard enough,
we might ignite –
no boy scout ritual this,
no sticks to set
aflame.,
we are the sticks we
need to spark,
the more we rub,
the more intense the heat
Can we stand it,
the fire?
Do we do this to create magic
the way old witches
do,
to make something
from nothing,
to create joy out of the steady rub of flesh,
my skin against your
skin,
my lips against your
lips,
my hips against yours,
ever pressing until it all explodes?
If we rub hard enough
and long enough,
can we make fire?
Do we risk it?
Do we even understand
what it means when we try,
rubbing as hard as we
can
until we wear each other out?
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