take me in your hand, i bend towards you, phototropic your yellow heat burns through my stomach rises up out of my mouth until i breathe it out in dimples it’s difficult to imagine someone else feeling like this hot-mouthed warming, warming, warming pinpricked through white sheets, being eaten alive, how wonderful it is to feel weightless to not exist, to not feel the red of body but yours so light it melts on the tongue like sherbet
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