Hotel II

you, dear, drained under scrutiny
until your muscles relax and leave your body
lifeless yet breathing will stay awake
only so long to see my clunky frame collapse
and roll over like a dog obedient—i give you something
still, beating like an infant's heart faster faster
quicker and quicker only pumping blood much thicker
and unpure. keep me as your hands resting.

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