what was that thing that made me act small?
some kind of thing like care
i would like to hold you held up there
beat back bile and dream just enough
the morrows flowing in long lines of expectation
from my fingertips [ average electrosensitivity ]
perhaps crawl up your longitude grasping for streaks of light called day
tempt you with hips full of soft things
model yourself god and one by one we offer secret vigils
sacrifices composed of kisses
and if we hold our breath long enough
turn forget me not blues
topple one by one
become mermaids and breathe water deep in blue blooded fins
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