since who am I to say the word
that should burn my tongue, singe
the air as it leaves
my lips?
that should burn my tongue, singe
the air as it leaves
my lips?
I muscle and blood you,
I pound you and glisten
and throb you,
pump blood
all the way to your coasts. O
let’s heart one another
so fierce and so true
all our consonants melt into vowels.
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