The Meatus
those holes
men and women share
so the landscape can mix
with our innards
the meat canal
through which music passes
into the ear
the half-mouth inscribed
in the face
of your cock
the channel for piss
carved in the front of me
where my flesh gathers itself
like a tucked skirt
those holes that
pierce us
let the night in
and the darkness out
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