while you sleep and dig myself a grave
to lie in, I will awaken each buried desire
like a sparkling soil-ridden treasure with
the flick of a dirt-smudged wrist, my
limbs so tangled in the foilage
of your dreams, your needs, the leaves spiraling
uncontrollably until they come to rest
against the mole of my right bare breast.
Here you will rest, here we will lie together
until the rains come and break open
our ground, so full of life and death and
the creation of a perfect destruction.
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