turning human bones into comets

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lips like a crimson promise
against my throat
improvise an elegy
to my demise
breaking me down into
starstuff and waterfalls
a typhoon between my lungs
a supernova behind
tightly closed eyelids and
escaping through parted lips.
whispered sacreligion
across my collarbones
as we return to solid ground
unfurled and woven again into
starstuff and waterfalls

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