plum cheeks in the twilight
our late night wire womb
as potent as hollywood
trouble, sweet blood, carbon
your flickering nerves
blooming, decaying
planetary and abstract
the golden fruit.
i hope for quiet places
to make you shiver
entangled in your flaws,
untouchable distance
does it make you anxious?
i’ll take out my wallet
and write you notes on dollar bills
that we’ll spend at the cafe
when we’re restless.
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