The pig and the toy.

 
They pass each other slowly and
leave their traces, of the bodies,
up in the air...
They leave each other behind
picking up sound debris.
On all fours, in recumbency, the
pick up footprints, dry rains,
up in the air...
The dry beat of the hips.
The brush of intimate hairs.
The breath to fuse pheromones.
The bodies are confused,
deformed,
up in the air...

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