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run by: theoryoflostthings / yesyes / partythighs / rosiee / jessieflux
There’s a sort of eternity
when we’re in bed together
whether silently you awaken
me with the flat of your hand
or sleep breathing with a small scratch
in your throat, or quietly attach
a bird to the sky I dream
as a way in to my body —
Now you have made me excited
to accept heaven as an idea
inside us, perpetual
waters, because you let yourself
fall from a sky you invented
to a sea I vaulted
when it was small rain
accumulating — My heart drained
there and fills now in time
to sketch in the entire
desert landscape we remember
as an ocean port