His Love Poem

I’d fuck you, our moans
in symphony to the train tracks.

I’d kiss you in every alley,
between cigarette drags.

I’d smell you, the sweat on your neck,
wear it like cologne.

I’d love you, the taste of morning breath
and its warmth engrave me

I’d leave you, to show you that I can build
and destroy you, again and again.

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