The binding of bodies feels
like plasticine, forming together
and sliding apart easily now.
There was a time I wanted
to imbibe you like sleep or
caffeine, never to fall apart
but this time I love the fog
and black clouds, still
whirlpools like the first
amoeba climbing out of
water into life and I lose the
desire to die because the
threat of ending has become
my understanding, looking
at an ancient star alone and
wondering what lies beyond
carnality.
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