Your lips part like cemetery gates;
I hesitate,
bow my head and whisper prayers
for every soul that has pressed against your mouth
and left, breathing.
I want to step inside,
bury myself under an evergreen,
feed you for a century
or more.
I hesitate,
bow my head and whisper prayers
for every soul that has pressed against your mouth
and left, breathing.
I want to step inside,
bury myself under an evergreen,
feed you for a century
or more.
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