I'd fall if you wanted me -
deep beneath the slipshod crevices
I'd rock this aching soul to rest
Breathe for me.
I'll break myself.
Just turn me into what I crave.
Eat the grapes from my
seasoned blossoms
and bury me out back
beneath the old stone wall
Seep deep into my pores
Dissect this fickle flesh
and know that it is with you
and you alone I'll stay.*
*this poem was written at a urinal while peeing
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