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Calgary, Alberta, Canada
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by Michael Hrytsak

Heavenly Hellish Friendship

How do you explain it?
I understand and love our friendship
But cannot forget the daydreams.

I wonder about your breasts,
What they look like, how they feel.
How big are your nipples?

Then my mind is set afire
Considering the waxing sessions that you explain in a throw-away comment.
“You don’t know what women go through for men” may be true
But you don’t know what you put me through,
Self-proclaiming naturally hairless legs before your removal appointment.
The possibility of your meaning is limited
And my imagination-constructed vision of your bald pussy is hard to forget.

I know we are friends
I recognize that we could never meld our two different worlds
(I know neither of us could compromise what we love)
But I cannot help but stray to heavenly hellish thoughts.

Watery Wishes

She inhales full and ferocious, exhales soft and precious.
Body lying dormant, mind in a soundproof room,
Rustling her docile body, he cannot disturb her slumber.

Fathoms below, ignorant of stones skipped on the aquatic surface,
She floats in the watery depths,
Gliding and twirling through liquidy sleep.

Above, a rumple of cotton and feathers replaces the flowing current,
Bedsheets a pale substitute for the billowy kelp.
A kiss pressed to her temple,
Comforter wrapped with cautious precision,
He silently removes himself from where he wants to be...
Beside her...
With her...
Drifting beneath the sea.