I wish I knew how to need you.
I wish I knew how to bleed you
instead of this moonshine.

Red as my love; wet and urgent.
Emerge from my womb; a cocoon;
this loneliness tomb.

See me in the rapture.
Barefoot goddess
braiding time into your beard
as you kiss my lips, part the ocean.
Ambrosia, my love.
Nectar.

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