i think of the lips i’ve kissed

your murmured fangs against my neck rip open a void in which your words flow down my throat and with this proximity i untangle myself from myself

my love is a wolf howling splitting open and melting like the flame your hand shields to protect from the wind, a sanctuary for my bursting and echoing cry with my face thrown upwards

i think of you with the second coming of bruised toes and hope that this wild wild dance will continue

until all of my toes fall off

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