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Intent

Intentions fall to the floor
and lay crumbled beside my dress.
We press against each other
Without ever sinking in.
Two souls using our bodies-
to search for something
spiritual- How foolish!
But wise enough to know
what we are doing.
Your soul repels me
like the spilled beer
that rolls down your shirt
and doesn't get absorbed
until it reaches your crotch
Where it disappears