if i inhale your soul
it might make me whole
slide it down my throat
as a warm glowing yoke
fill up my acheing belly
lift the slime off my back
brush my hair with cosmic hand
cradle my gnarled old neck
dress me in kisses up and down
until my body mists into cloud
every vapour glides over yours
every droplet slides through your fingers
into your mouth, into your nose
i return the favour by
emptying all i am into you
from the inside
so i can live with you
forever
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i'll never be a poet
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