colliding into my
fingers;desperate
nuances of my tethering
soul. pieced by perfection
and stomached by an ordinary
disease- i was the one who
fathomed your real.
i
was
the
one
who determined our
velocity from past healed
goddesses to near moon
temptress.
abide and bide down
by our river ripples
aligned destroyed
and re-purposed for our
dash between our lit
moods.
laminate lips seduced
the ocean she birthed
our existence in;
and all the while we
want less we want more
we want us back.
