My eyes ache in their sockets
but it’s warm like a memory, painted
violet across my neck. Trickling heat.
And the light grinned through the morning,
curtains, blinded by it and matching the smile;
mouth wide open. Swollen lips as though pressed
many times many fine words and beautiful embraces
have escaped your mouth to wind about me.
‘You look like Porcelain.’
And i like the way your skin feels beneath
the tips of my hands, above, inside.
Watching me breathe as though i am the sun,
condensed, undiluted into that one spot
on your bed like an island in time.
You have a humble soul, full of potential,


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