red &

beautiful you, with the eyes

slim hands and anxious lips

stay here with me

sit here

softly in the pelt

I am cavernous earth consumer, a chest mountainous with sorrow

you are

a sliding in the drag hips,

a slightest of

breaking in these windows of bone

our rib cages stuck, broken plastic,

less than our moments but more–

& the shine of your

moving hold on me is

a sleepy gamble

the risk of dreams

the crush of the night’s ebb

is resting on the peak of my brow

and murmuring

above your mirror crusted lashes.


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