your smile of mischief.
You are radiance and rippling light,
the glint on a dark tide.
Jade born of sinking avenues,
the hope of frayed and reborn things,
electric current over
the deer-trampled pastures,
pure water in the shell,
a tap on the quiet doorstep.
How I long to taste you,
how I long to drink from your beauty.
Let me go under your spell
as my last desperate trick,
snuff me out in your life of songs
to surface with cojoined flame,
let me be the cactus in your flashing pot,
your tendril in this desert
where I scheme like a madman
to be your one possessed
and shuddering fool.
Let me kiss your thighs
while the fireflies float and fall.
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