Power Animal

power animal is the brand

she faked it for so long 

that it finally stuck

except 

with him

with him

there’s no hiding

he slides down her shirt 

charting kisses like algorithms 

up her neck 

abstract to introduction

their lips meet 

slippery and sweet

and it rattles

the ground she walks on 

forgetting Amy Cuddy, 

she can’t stand tall 

with him, she’s 

usually horizontal

his fingers sink inside her 

like a mad painter in a stroke of genius 

mixing colors together 

faster and faster

he holds her closer

he sees her 

on different dimensions 

from lioness to whimpering mess

 

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