“Shatter me,” I whisper into his chest.
His lips like knives through me.
Little white lines faded on my wrists,
he kisses them away:
He burns roses onto my pale skin.
Red roses around my rising breasts.
The intake of air.
The blossoming of a garden within my lungs.
I surrender to you , my love!
Hold me tighter.”
“ Hold on to me,” he echoes.
“ I would never let go.
I would never forget
the beautiful imprint of you upon me,
the electric pulse of you within.
Still my churning heart.”
” Steady,” he says, ” Steady yourself.”
I collapse into him,
strong arms wrap around my frail frame.
He rocks me.
Sings softly to me,
The hot sting of tears
roll down the slope of my cheek,
these too, he catches with the parting of his lips.
” My sweet angel,
my steady beam of light
guiding me through this haze.”
his palm against mine.
His fingers on my jawline–spine–ribs;
He travels to these lonesome islands
to see the stars
and hear the world:
The universe between us.
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