Hover around your heart
in a no-flying zone. I want
to pounce on your soul like
a playful tiger. Wandering in
your wonderland, trespassing
upon your liberties. You pay
no tariffs upon declining. My
lips negotiate all the risks and
my tongue is the subtle weapon
of submission. The dripping
ephemeral lasts longer than the
dying ignominy. We laugh at
each other’s idiosyncracies
like children, yet love like we’re
eternal soulmates. In dying, you
remember these mind trinkets of
lost intimacies and reliving them
you die twice.
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