I am dissolving like winter
beneath your fingertips.
The weight of your body
settles against my borders
and I am making room
inside of myself for you.
You erect a monument
between my thighs,
a monument held together
entirely by the friction of poetry.
You might as well love me.
You are planting flowers
on my skin with your mouth.
You are burying yourself
in me as if I were a garden
and everything about you
feels like spring.
In the wake of countless deaths
I am made to feel permeable again.
You might as well love me.
We stick together like
summer and the heat
of your body
is making me malleable.
I am folding and refolding
underneath you like a kept promise.
I feel you on the underside of my scars,
overflowing with thunder
and the ghosts in mind
are finally quiet.
You might as well love me.
I am coming apart in your arms
and the lines that separate us
have all been drawn in water.
I can’t distinguish myself.
I keep finding myself in you.
The gravity of your soul
is the only thing
holding me together.
You might as well love me.
You move like autumn
and I am ricocheting
against you like a scream.
The currents between us
are tearing me apart.
The currents between us
are feeding our hunger.
I won’t let you leave now that
you’re wrapped so tightly.
You might as well love me.
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