For us

premonition

We now know of us,

Lonesome and bound.

The First Woman by FillyInfinity

maybe today

we are virgins

and we get

to deflower each other

the circumstances imposed

a fast

and we adhered

with no promise

of reward

muted desires.

the gifts we expend on

each other

are free of circumstances,

wce can devour.

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Or

perhaps tonight

we are savages

and we each happened

upon a willing

the sacrifices imposed

on us

reasons

to feast,

gluttons

we choked ourselves

full of devotion

seeds of which fell

on fresh diggings.

the gifts we lavish on

each other

are full of sacrifices

we can rupture.

endure though through,

courage, comrade

will be a requisite

we must be thorough, ensure,

we decant

into worthy containers.

The First Woman — shot in Russia circa 2009 by HellDunkel Studios