in the circle of mine arms
and my kiss is eating
i am an open wound
split for the sky
where you pour in
just under my skin
and around the lips
we go
to and fro
no better idea
to this land
which i trace
with fingertips lost yesterday
flesh of my flesh
ash of my ash
you are my lesson
i am never right
witness your eyes
tears tell all memories
in me you see no star
that evening skin
early morning touch
your lips upon my breasts
vessel all empty
fill me up
i am no use for you
and you burn my name from your tongue
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