The skin sizzles;
naked bodies smeared
with rashness and hunger

Nothing feared, not
the hot writhing pain
of loving and bleakness

not pounding rain,
not the groping past,
nor the darkness within.

Not meant to last,
today is clawing,
for tomorrow to burn.

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