we exist on the molecular level in the space between two pieces of dirt

i'd like it if you held me
all the way close
finger tips curled
into palms center

i think i see you now;
iris to iris
eyelashes tangled up

braiding our hair together 
like avatar
and counting your teeth
with my tongue

learning to listen
when the two-headed bug
bites

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i count your freckles 
to memorize the constellated shape 
of you

praying to your
taxidermy pufferfish
that you don’t mind 
a little self-flagellation

i fall asleep in ribbons
of incense and cigarette smoke

and dream that we exist
on the molecular level 
in the space between two pieces of dirt -

holding hands and
expanding

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the oracle i met
in the grocery store tells me
i have all the time in the world

so i gather it all in my arms,
swaths,
and shove it down your throat 

after, 
we’ll love until our veins run dry
and make friends with the devil
on my shoulder
and maybe slow dance 

we’ll create a language
only we understand

and i’ll shrink myself down
to live inside the pores on your face