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you lay beside me, nylon sheets pressed between the folds of our skin, between the layers of unspoken touches, and tenderness of warm lips. i cello tape my veins to your soul until the silkworms that nest in my hip bones birth into silk moths that feed off your red wine excuse of blood and orbit your heart's perimeter. i watch you inhale the fumes of copper coated cigarettes and bruise shaded desire while you outline my fingertips with your throat for me to to recognize the voice which calls for me at the coming of every dusk for another night in which we devour in more lust than love filled earth dust and false craving.
