1.
It’s the thrill of moving
too fast to think. The body’s
sweet hunger drives you
like the sex you can’t resist.
You’re sixteen again, shaking off
reason; just the right word, a look,
and you throw it all away,
let go for the sheer give
of whatever’s under you. The whole world
accelerates. Even with your back to the wall
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