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a spilling beam splitting down my chest warming through me, a slitting prism. not a drop of inky watery gray today just unsullen blue amid wisp. i have more than enough so it spills from hearth to font to your open hands cupping to drink. our thirsts scrape and rattle in our two throats. hoarse and hoarser, we both need that drop of drink. i long to hear that rattle in your throat speak all the names i long to hear. i long to hear that scraping a song from the treetops and the leaves and the sticky backs of your hands. i long to hear your sticky hands get stuck in my fur and uproot my senses of self: impossibly tenacious, unsettling the ageless questions we thought not to ask. your hands are cooler now, still sticky with the mucilaginous sap from my inner rings. i long to hear my fur still clinging to those hands knowing not what to do or how to let go. three furtive glances become burrs in my side, looking for their next fertile fields: the swell of my stomach, tangles of ganglia, and the shady recesses of my gray matter. we both drink deep, your seedpods swelling between my vertebrae, working to break my back even further, to climb my spine in the name of reaching heaven.
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