Public
is all that is yours but never truly so at touch
private
all that is yours within a hand's grasp
public
the work of a genius in a captain's arms, along with his lover
private
eight work hours a night, no lovers in sight
public
praises to the empty chair, the charred key
private
jokes on the rust climbing the key, nailing the chair to the ground
public
a denouncement of the pleasure of living
private
intimacies over a glass of wine for the fine art of living
public
this statement you sewed to your forehead
private
is the way I kissed away the numbness of the stitches
public
the way your eyes danced with me opposite your door
private
in your arms we would dance with the door open
public
perfume, exhaust fumes, three howls for old fruit
private
use the same spray deodorant, cannot afford to howl at one another with a broken down car
public
this devotion to denounce, pleasure and other measures
private
in a space where pleasure is publicly denounced
I wait for you to make private what's public
for us, alone.
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