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fuck me like a collectible

man on the moon taking the earth by storm

show me that I have never known the difference

between praying & preying

this body is only ever a tool for you to wield till you get bored

a wreck for you to leave on the kitchen stairs

or the forest floor

a cello bow or a crossbow

open me with sound or pin me with a glance

a hymn for your voice box to empty upon

bond me to life & limb

set me on fire

show me that I have never known the difference

between touch & torch

flames lick up my skin every time I feel you nearer

close but no contact

I want to learn to listen to my awakening

moans vibrating in the pit of your belly

swallowed up the sensation

before I live the mountain peaks

because what do I believe in

if not endings

endings as exquisite as this

I used to chase grief just to feel my hands

now I chase my hands to feel slivers of unforgetting

grief as climax

tears as a quick vacation

come

she said

rain down my cheeks when winter appears

it will be the prettiest waterslide

just don’t look before you freeze

I have never been more than

a stick figure to add to a masterpiece

bring me down show me off

so I can make you into landscape

& I’ll be the pretty one

hundred-dollar collectible