No one has kissed me in months
In mouths you will find tight lilies
Never a gift
The easy cursive
My lips in a curse
The penmanship of disgust
I am curious with men and about them
I keep my distance
Feeling around darkly
Let’s kiss with our clothes on
Let low libido flow
How it will
How ice builds its own structures
Tines of history and feeling
The energy
The found mouth of presence
I rest my head
Into the side of an animal
I attend to each pill or fray
This woven thing
Is made from one long strand
Nathan Wade Carter is a queer, gray-a poet, musician, and artist living in Portland, Oregon. His poetry can and will be found in Heavy Feather Review, Horse Less Press, Souvenir, Powder Keg Magazine, The Fem, and others. He writes and performs songs under the name Purrbot. He is recording a new album called DNR. Find him online at http://www.nathanwadecarter.com.
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