your fingers
create poetry
as they
l i n g e r
on the small
of my back,
your nails
e t c h i n g
certification of
your possession.


tobacco flavored
lips taste
the unravelling of
i n n o c e n c e.


you make
me yours
and i'm
d r u n k
with passion
as we
travel to the
s t a r s.


the volcano
erupts and you
fill me
up with
s t a r d u s t.

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