You kiss me with the lips of someone
different than me, then tear flesh
from bone, yanking my beating
heart free, placing it in an
imagination
only you and
your dead eyes
can dare
see.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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