I want to kiss you
With my teeth
Bury the knife pearls
Into the tender pink
Of you
And leave the purple-berry
Fruit marks
In constellations
On your inner thighs,
And the half-moons
Of fingernails
On your rounded shoulders.
Beer-drunk and wobbly
Fall into a pile of limbs
And in gentle darkness
Rip holes into the
Very core of you
And weave myself into them.
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