when i knew
under the spell of lying in bed with the one you love
portrait-drawn and wary,
i pushed
at your pull
until you spun threads so frayed
they looked like fire
through my cool fingers
and i woke to find them
on my pillow
and on my sleeves
i found what you knew
and carefully clipped
the loose ties,
pulling us under
a quilt
squared with intent and buoyed by
giddy hands,your
and my hands
which champion your brow
with a touch
to a golden temple
where thoughts of you-me-
Us
bend in
and
out
honeyed and warm
you’re (i’m?)
a vase to crack
to run fingers
along the velvet clay
under the glaze
i write these words
[because they’ve been glued
between my ribs
and nestled in my gums]
onto your neck
textured love-notes
rubbing syllables on your ears--
under your lashes,
you’ve got your insides,
and I can’t wait to see them
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