that I imagine
placing around your halo
its tendrils winding into space
each thorn a captured star
trickling toward
your braids of bright black light
and fighting arms
take the lunar thread
from my pillow
drape it across your naked shoulders
anoint these veins of eyes
that have worked for your clay
lain in your grass
and touch your bare girl's feet
to my threaded belly
draw the acid from my guts
into a higher air
bring your copper vase of echoes
to my lips of ancient fire.
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