Press my skull
give body to my center
not with tenderness but terror and delight

press my face
magnificent beast
into the unknown tenure of dusk

to collide between words
your stare and this elated node

paradis perdu,
the cutthroat stasis
of an understanding
about hunger

to linger in humidity
peel my legs,

scratching life away
for your spit

summoned grains,
I’ll carry yours instead
to moan in love

pomegranate, /b/eaten /to a/ pulp.

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