I etch love letters with the tips of my fingers I’ve lined your armor thin with time There’s several cacti in the desert more beautiful than I, yet
[We don’t see, you don’t see that Queen of the Night] & it must be such a privilege to wander your village in any time or space
I imagine the curves of your face & where it might be rigid through age but smooth /though soft I hope your eyes have never changed like a distant remote lake, UNtouched by thrashing fate Wisdom gained, never cancelling their gentle wonder
Sometimes I wonder if inside this exhibitionist existence you must realize what I can barely say___ [ this is the fastest way ] I do communicate, but___ do you believe in love’s endurance? do you believe this assurance/ 《 better yet 》 in me?
Maybe if I whisper it, this widely known secret I unmasked the fact quite early, on
Gilded in summer air, under summer stars & now, for you, by you I am gartered, aglow undone
In every realm you penetrate me torturously, digitally, but the taste is sweet and now I’m addicted_____ cut–crumple to bruised knees that’ll never heal properly spite these sprites/ & their lime green cypress trees
I caught your eye by accident but I set fire on purpose [riot – maker] amongst my aviary of harpy eagles & great poor me ones I drown in their black eyes for their supposed “emptiness” reminds me there’s a soul inside
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