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Kelly
I. Beginning
Whenever daydreams include you,
ceilings crack and leak droplets.
I slip on a giant puddle and stumble
into your arms. My lips incidentally
graze at your neck; its narcotic
aroma elevates my pulse and softens
my kinesthesia, attaching my body
and soul indefinitely to yours.
You slipped with me. I change track
as to anchor on my spine. Your warm
trunk imbeds itself onto my chest.
Whenever contagions assault you,
do caress your tongue with mine.
II. Spellbound
The pillow is a perfume pump
puffing your dream-inducing
aerosol with every compression:
I am immersed in your skin
but the scenery dissolves.
I turn the acrimony of sound off.
The drape deters the sky's glow,
so I shuffle it aside. Its tenuity
is like the hair I yearn to feel
in-between my fingers -- yours.
The floor saturates with pigment,
sweeping its filaments on my toes
that progress toward a tiled floor.
Its chill is as cold as the crave
I endure for your venerating touch.
The faucet flows like dopamine
secreting internally from my manic,
mesmerizing daydreams of you.
III. Shattered Rose Quartz
The wind pulls at dangling feet.
Clouds blacken and unload
drops of petrolatum, lubricating
our entwined fingers. I plummet,
anchoring on my spine. A rock
breaks from your indentation
and strikes my thorax. Its scent
is like petals in paradise -- yours,
thowing me into a shock. Muscles
tense/molars grind. I sling my arm
as if to peg the moon with the rock
but it turns into a razor-edged
boomerang, lodging into my core.
I was your mystery geltab -- honey/
cyanide. To safeguard, you spit it out.
