Your deft sound swallows the sunrise
Between your teeth,
I am the swimming flesh of your gums
and the clean bone that skins them.
Gnashing wish upon bloody wish
I would neither contain you,
nor will we collide.
No night so spectral and torn,
projecting miles of luminous sky.
No celestial dark, reckless
in the arms of another.
No unbound, primal youth
seething at each pore.
No lover, no beloved.
No arms or legs, hands, hair, eyes,
memory, spine, skin, shadow.
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