from dawn until dusk
she is there
just behind my eyes
making house in my mind

driving nails and opening holes
breathing trembling guttural throaty growls
but only for so long
there will be a saturation point as always
it will build and build and build to bursting
it’s almost there
volcanic in its violent heat

when one hole closes
another opens
and it does so now
i am promptly swallowed up

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