We fucked for what seemed like Forever, as converging lines that rise to Sigh in a grand-scale Migration, across the Skin & wound-back to again against the Vanishing Point of our coupling, which became a Damning Institution, or rather, what remained, was the Lake, outside the Room, inexhaustible which resembled my Unit finishing-off the Final form of Us, which was a vaulting-down in a Tempo, or else the Value, was in the Temporal Relation to how “I Conquered Your Ass” in this Space, in this waking to “Fucking Shit, it’s Mid-Day again” to begin kicking-in again our Bodies so that they would not go Dry, would not go derailing in the Horror of the growing threat of The Others which sought to derail our Progress, so we began again, first You then I, would arc a sticky glob of Flesh in the holes that would turns-us towards the Trudge until even our own Landing Point became foreign & sill meanwhile this Intimacy was just minimally Romantic, no, not so how our Heads were thrown against by the Impact & the rendering of our Understanding was suitably sublime & any reference to a larger scope was the slope of our Endeavor which was to lead to Terminus, which was to lead us both to where we would eventually reach-in to each other’s Holes glaring in their intent to push-in further while the rest of our Bodies stretched out the full-length of the Bed as if in caving, as if in slurping-down the daily deed of measuring what Moisture in our lips was left, thus forestalling the Collapse which would begin the next repetition of collapsing the Collapse of all that we had labored to this Point, which was the gauging-down of our linear movements by approaching the final Zero of Dehydration, sadly, happily, counterbalancing our Vanishing Point, which day-in & day-out mocked us, fucking mercilessly.
