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he’s got his eye on Venus
(I say Aphrodite)
well it’s the same damn thing
right?

he said
“SHE FEELS LIKE A BREEZE
BETWEEN MY FINGERS
AND KISSES LIKE ROUGH TIMBER
BUT I DONT MIND”

and I met her
did I tell you I met her?
I’m telling you now

his Venus has lips
that stick off her face
like a dock into the sea
(ONLY WHEN SHE POUTS -
he corrects me)

his Venus curses like
she just discovered
the words
(SHE RELISHES THEM -
he says)

his Venus wears her shirt
low and fingers the bra strap
when she knows he isn’t looking
(this, he doesn’t like me
to see or say)

his Venus loves
to talk about the way
she cums when she’s on top
(this, he finds liberating)
(this, I think about discovering)

I walked in on them
and stayed until
I saw her eyes close
open
then see me at the door
she doesn’t say anything
and she’s on top
he’s sweating
and biting his lip

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those are days
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I got my own Venus
but I call her Aphrodite
(under my breath)
we don’t talk

he thinks I pity myself
he gives me advice
I tell my friend
to fuck his Venus
and I’ll chase my own tail
and dine on pity
and vomit up reconciliation
(he laughs at this)

between you and me:::
I understand