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Megan

Pearls for tongues and lavender tips

I reach into and outwards to search

For your impeccable breath

Your spiny intelligence

And your old, old eyes.



When I am numb

When I am distant

The thought of your gasping breaths,

The small of your back and the hungry mouth

Pull me back to the dimension

Of the home

I have found in your elbows and behind your knees

But most importantly

In your words.



You are the turbulence of blood rushing

Into erogenous zones.

You are the salt of the ocean

The movement of the tide

The eyelashes of a dream.



I have yet to know you whole

But I do know you entirely

Your soul I do materialize into the palms

Of my hands

And your love I do cage in my skin.