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You looked at me as if to say, how dare you swallow my heart?
but yours is not the first to be devoured by my overeager appetite.
If you understood how hungry someone born by loneliness
can get to be, maybe you wouldn't blame me for removing
your teeth while you slept, for sliding my hand into your mouth,
down your throat, and plucking your heart out of you like uprooting
roses from a neighbor’s garden at night. Maybe you would
sympathize with my ache to stuff that heart between my shaking lips,
to feel its warmth slide down my throat because it has been so
long since something warm and beating lived beneath my skin.
YOU ARE READING
Tongue Twisting Limbs
Poetrywith the words rolling off your tongue and a quick kiss from your lips all the little pink hearts linger.
