the fists beat against
our drummed torsos
until we learned fills
cheap fills, pure fills
volumed by knowing
to swell and brim off
with swapped bearings
indian style fixations
stored in lit moments
between cigarettes that
orange off like peaches
weighting one another
with rare, tarted words
weighting one another
from sheeted libidos
caught in the crosswind
trading skins for bark
paired hollowed trees
furnished with fortunes
we did nothing close to
complete one another
but we got our fills
yes we got our fills
yes we got our fills
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