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Flare
Come closer, Love
so I can be
little spoon,
soft hand in hollow of hip
seeking out
divine
vibratory warmth
disabling
before I dig in
to your flame,
plunging icy hands
inside your fire,
digits
lacing through vertebrae
looking for the synapse of release
toes
tangling
around misfiring capillaries,
wiring you into my disease
curling us into winter crescents.
so I can be
little spoon,
soft hand in hollow of hip
seeking out
divine
vibratory warmth
disabling
before I dig in
to your flame,
plunging icy hands
inside your fire,
digits
lacing through vertebrae
looking for the synapse of release
toes
tangling
around misfiring capillaries,
wiring you into my disease
curling us into winter crescents.
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