I loved you hands first


how you held down the bowl of my hips

and drank
 

the moonlight overflowing the window

spilling our pelts in cosmic glaze


against its will you drag my body

through an orchard of trembling

reshape it into a cathedral and

knock me down with your breath

a pulse of something soft digs in

takes root in the floorboards

the steady mantra of your fingers

(come, here, come, here)

coax deliverance, renders us indivisible

I feel as if i am dying

my body migrates apart

til there is nothing but bed,


and you,

and a garden where a girl used to be
 

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