Psyche's Bones


I wanted to sing you a memory
of Lord Byron nights drenched in cinnamon,
to inhale the curling essence of Erato
and enflesh a consciousness

I wanted to touch you, taste you,
breathe you,
bleed you to savor competition's flavor and lashing
passion

I wanted to be inside
a heartbeat with its thudding trance,
my empire
rising and falling against me

I wanted my muse,
my adversary,
and my vulnerability

You





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