Dystopia
We live in a place where couples
can only kiss behind their hands,
a tongue sliding between the gaps
in our fingers is cut off;
holding hands is almost an act of defiance.
Strangely, sex is seen as ‘cleansing’,
so we do it outside, on damp grass
with only the sun to burn our naked ears.
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