lips lit, liquid,
form a visceral kiss,
staining moon skin
in the dark forest.
cool air staggers.
i fabricate willows
and the mist,
stop to listen-
-the powdered whispers-
you swallow my voice.
small and sticky,
neck hinged,
i fall
into
hot
smiles.
softer now,
i fold into
my wax belly.
captive of
my woeful tongue,
i oscilate for
a moment
in the light.
then, gravitiy bound,
i fall, shatter,
slaked again.
dream denied.
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