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Same As Same

By Frank Weber

Copyright ©2024


Her flesh is made of

sinful thoughts and

her lips are her invitation

her cheeky curves hold all he needs

in squeezing handfuls under

dim-watt bulb lighting

glowing down through

her silky-darkened hair


there is no right so

there can be no wrong in

flesh and sin and

lips and a tongue that

whispers her invitation and

his blinded starving thirsting

blood begins its boil and

laps all of her

up into his mouth

as though he hasn’t

eaten in years


her other is distant and

his other is far off too

both others are still at home

waiting in that knowing

naïve haze of denial

his other and her other

same as same and same as same

‘cause they’re both still there

‘cause they’re both still waiting and

they’re both still watching the lonely

candle burn and slowly drip its wax

hearing the seconds tick off

from the clock up above but

these are different arms and

they are those insane arms and

they hold that precious

parcel of insanity

that they both so desperately crave

in the savor of skin on tongue-tips

and the squeezes of that cheeky flesh

held in ravenous greedy palms

and they make the world all right

for them for now


‘cause feeling good is good enough

and tonite they hunger for all

that’s good in life

they know it can only come in moments and

they know it only dies in flashes but

feeling good is still good enough


same as same

same as same

same as same.

About Frank Weber:  

Frank Weber is a freelance writer from Erie, Pennsylvania. He has been published in several print and digital magazines, local interest books and advertising campaigns as both writer and model. His work encompasses a firm conviction, a simple honesty in written word and enough of a raw edge to make people feel what they read. Website:

Twitter: @frankietatts_

Instagram: @frankietatts

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