Pricked

1.

What good to wait

When we both know

You’re going to die?

 

2.

You render thousands

Of secret mercies,

Kisses on two soft

Lids.  Dark centers

That lie beneath

Trace their spirals

On your lips’

Soft surface.

 

3.

Pricked with stars,

Our bodies fly upward

Into the fathomless dome.

 

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