So many seek love.
I only want to crouch in a silent room.
To feel the buck of your heart
or not exist at all. Hands to help me sleep.
a firefly neighing at the sky's cold torso,
waiting for flavor.
A wish pendulating in the dark that
make me younger than birds.
my belly, call me flesh, pop open my chest like a flower,
arch me back
till we topple back in the fires
of skulls that come to smile. The moan of the pebble moon.
Bones of flowers you never caught.
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