Your words so
touching they hurt
Far beyond Brighton pier
i held you in circles perfect
Each time its just me
or maybe the night
where like wolves
we change to a full moon
I consume you then
ask you what you think
as we sink to candle
lit bath
Where i declare your
flesh and bone
bound and fit
And with poetry
on still wet lips
i traced your dna
into essays
i titled
you are the beginning of myths..
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