I want your hunchbacked soul, I want to plant a thousand emerald lilies between your thighs and bring you coffee in the shower then drop the mug on the stall floor and cut our feet on the pieces, drop the mug and kiss you instead, tongue into tongue, moving together like fish, I want to translate the moving dips of moon across your spine at night when loneliness is so real even when we’re together, I want to tuck my feet into the backs of your knees for warmth, I want your messy crying and your messy nights with you begging to be buried six feet under, want to rub your back when the endless heaves of too much wine bends you over the toilet, I want to hurt you and save you and love you then do it all again, I want to lap up your apologies like milk, to watch your face as you come, to see you above me stretching and arcing, to be the animal that lives inside you, the last one to see you alive, I want the needle and the shot going into your blood, I want this prairie in your mind, I want to hold you howling at a funeral and see you birthed again, want us to pick bones clean of their meat and feed the remains to the birds, to find the mouse that choked to death on a bottle cap and lower it into the soil with you singing some dirge in your soft voice, I want the day we finally decide not to use the condoms, the teeth growing back, autumn you fell back in love with your body, the summer you’ll fall out of love with me, the winter you’ll plummet into it again, the terrible, miserable, wrenching things we’ll say and do to each other, I want to count crows and arrows and sunsets, for you to look at me like a crown, to grow back into and out of your arms, I want the proposal, I want you to be here on the nights when my past undoes me, for you to push inside me and hold my face between your hands, to be sweaty with you, I want all your I hurt you and sorry and love and I won’t do it again’s, your thighs in the shower, your mouth in my hair, your toothbrush finally next to mine in the bathroom glass, I want us to dig out of our own graves and crawl into each other’s with roses in our mouths.
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