my intentions
are written on this little leaf,
spread across the floor
are naked words
for you to shelter and receive
bring your body
over here, right now
the immaculate crackles;
the fire is ready
let our bodies roast in it
there is a disturbance
in the puddles, mirrors too
but stay right here boy
stop being elsewhere
be mislaid right here
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