Thirst

She is sliding slick,
The suds inside a car wash
Down the window,
Wiping clean the city streets
Outside.

The planets in the sky
Have strayed.
The stars confide
She notices.

I'm craving
Taste,
Her sweat across 
Her milky chest,
Her pinkest red
Against my lips.

She sports a sable bob,
A subtle smile,
And a wicked sway
About her stride.

I ache
For just a nip,
God, please,
A hint of thickest salt
To coat my fingertips.

The world's a wrecked disaster
After all,
It cannot matter.

- 4/8/26

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