I eat of the wild fruit that I tasted on your lips
I hunt by the sweet-hot blood that I smelled in your thighs
I dream in the constellations that I traced on your back
I drink from the stifled cries that I pried from your tongue

And you take my home when you shut your eyes
And you make me starve when you pull away
And you send me astray when you cross your legs
And you stifle my soul when you button your shirt
And you dry my mouth out when all you want to do is talk

I die on the cold slab of marble that I uncovered in your heart.

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