just south of simmering

I don’t know what
ever attracts 
me to boys
or men
however you perceive them

I don’t know why 
I sometimes feel
boiled blood
somewhere south
of my chest

I’m not sure where
I’ve ever been
inside the sky
but that’s sure
where I am
when your mdma
kicks in

and I sink back
down
to the ground
when I stop moaning
into your pillow

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