alfie lee writing

my heart

is a fist-
shape hold milky
with stars

muscle
memories lust
calls at the bar

a stab in
the duck out
the back of

a park a
breach too
far gone bust

is a fish-
shape hole slippery
with faux

past your
sent tense
a sext full

of lols but no
lark of
the cuff off

a puff and a half was
blown wide open
your one true laugh

is a fixed-
shape hell bent wire
of desire steeling

a glance bildung
romance want
your hand

in a dunce
with gloves on my nerves
second that chance

with much worth
while i rive rough
this housing for love



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