Our lips lock against one another’s,
constrained against each other’s teeth
our fight in disguise as a kiss.

We fight for space and glide as one,
muscled bodies in refracted light
with unequal strength but competing drive.

Our bodies wrestle back and forth
with salty skin and impeding force –
we spar but not like knights.


About abigailbaross

Writer and aspiring publisher
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