There’s hunger that I know of
and then there’s
this catch-in-the-reel effort
of untangling myself
unscathed, untorn, whole
from the spiked mesh
of the lies you cloak
underneath your silken blade
of tongue
swilling salty epiphanies
in soft vapor seals coming undone
Unreeling to your flesh and hue
becomes my world entwined in you
My heart hammers
on the roof of your mouth
Heavy
with the sprawl of rain’s promise
beneath a sullen, nimbus cloud.
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