Post-birthday world
Cold
like stone
my forehead
fully unfevered
says
things i can’t write
(try)
i loveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyouloveyou
loverbrotherforeverfeast like no one else ever
but i can’t commit the words
to stone
like you want
like you will.
Could i wish harder
that my carniverous love
was enough?
time might even
eat it all up
until i’m gone
and under my own stone,
but
i can’t promise,
then you will go.
But rather than
going on til
time does devour
whatever i am,
my legs could want stones
tied to sink me deep
for having to be
without you
Love.
ndm
12/24/92
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