write on my body
tell your stories
let your words be known by my heart
(you) known by my heart
let your poetry
your bleeding hearts
(those named flowers)
sprout over my body
as if it's there's
let your lips trail around my wrist
let me tremble under your tongue
your words
your poems dedicated to me
written as if i'm yours
the bleeding hearts grow over my body
and cry under my skin
as if
they replace your hands, your lips, your heart, your kiss
YOU ARE READING
ardently
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