to poet naked against the backdrop of moving pictures we call the world
we will not see things tomorrow the same way that we saw them today
like i told you don't speak to me again
than i called you over only to lay down on me
dual girl, she rushes & the trap of trap language
coined edges of glistening, i hear you panting so near
consider the loss of selves drained in coming
candle light near the yantra of kali
and you'll want to pretend you aren't scared
happiness is slippery, not worth shooting
yourself over or for and yet we addict suffering
alone in our heads, the echo of where have you
gone, my love, empty moan of strange handling
against my skin, threats of permanence skidding
why is it any different what you put inside
or what the throat offers mocks cutting me
off in mid-song, mid-flight, like I culled my wings
down so you could fit & i whispered
i am taking: don't be so
afraid
of the noise rushing, the bite of surrender
where do you want but you already are: right here
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