God, that sounds cheesy
but it’s the truest thing I
know how to tell you.
I would like someone
To touch my small tits tonight,
Tasting the shadows.
I’ll write poems for
The poetry remaining
Trapped within my womb.
If the sun comes up
And you are still in my bed,
I’m in love with you.
My brother died 6
months ago. Reminding me
I can’t ever die.
Can the whole world be
contained in one ecstasy?
I created you.
You are an ever-
becoming ray of light with
whom I shall fall down.
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