Let me live inside of you
and make love to your nakedness.
Let me rape your insides
and carve your heart into a star
so that it glows,
little rays unwinding from your breast.
Let me finger your bare bones
and sculpt you--
a skeleton
--into something more:
a picket fence, a
forbidding gate.
Let me make your veins
and vessels into knots,
ribbons around a present,
wrapped in skin that is
iridescent
beneath my touch.
Without your knowing,
I have made you more,
and
more beautiful.















Comments
--
Barn burnt down
now-
I can see the moon
*Masadhide*
--
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
--Tichborne
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
--Yeats
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