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pluck me like a ripened fruit from the garden
that the sun shone on early in the morning
and you would sigh in relief at the harvest
because i was good to you

see me as fondly as the first buds of spring
unleashing their insides to the world 
how your tongue savors its fruit 
like a parched desert flower but i am the flower
i am the fruit, of a cactus desperate for thirst

the day held us together like daisy chains
and watched as we wilted in each others arms
like afraid adolescents in hiding
but we weren’t afraid, we were perfectly made

the haste of your flavored breath brushes
the hairs of my skin and turns them upside down
facing the profile of you & you’re unmoving gaze
making me turn grey as a statue in utter awe

the tension of your temples is a temple 
for the movements i will make for your 
proclivity, like an unleashing of lustful captivity
sink your head down into the palms of mine 
for them to fondle the contents you’re craving

as the moon changes phases i shall not
stray away from the nearness of you
and you could care less about the weather
or the state of the world when beside me

like the flesh of an angel on earth you 
cut beneath me and breach my ichor to feed like
a parasitic pinworm inching closer to my bulging heart

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