Grip my waist
Feel the bones press in
A spider’s belly.
Searching around fingers
Searching what we didn't know
I touched
Something hot and wet
Like his mouth
My hand pulled back
Smoldering coal
I could feel the dying
Of something in me
I could feel the re-bearing
of a load
I can't imagine again
to carry.
Sea grey
Lightest frost
Eyes that push
and pull me out
I drink it in
Wine of symphony
Arrange your notes on me.
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