oh, to be loved by a poet
to have my name embedded in his arteries and under his fingernails and in every crack in crevice.
to hear the sound of clattering pens and the gentle carving with which ink falls to paper in my name on his lips.
to feel.
to feel the fierce tenderness, the aggression with which kindness protrudes
like a moray eel jolting out from the rocks, mouth agape.
oh, to be loved like i love.
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PoetryA light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flicke...
