touching you is akin
to a star erupting
in my chest-
it burns like that
when i look at you
light and warmth
i do not know how to cradle
with quivering palms
i feel vengeful
life
pulsing into me
when we
touch
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Dysphoria
Poesía"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
