SWALLOW THE SUN

here goes a fine dark scary
n=sinister, type grade amb
i aren't poetry the surface
reflectors are. i mean your
eyes. the camera lens. you

INTIMACY

Into me, see.
Assignment
to me:
Exclusivity,

Sensitivity.
Excuse me,
Can you sense it?
This communion.

So much like
a shared secret
Between us,
what do you mean.

Is nothing sacred
Except your
street cred?
Incredible.

I'm dispensable.
No worries.
Your secret's
Safe with me.