We kiss – and I spew daylight in to your lungs,
Brimming them til it lip-bursts back into mine.
We are light, a gold sun split in half like a melon cut clean on a wooden board.
Lie down with me.
Let me sew your ribs to mine with unbroken thread.
Let me count the knuckles of your spine and pull those rough, shuddering wings out of your broken skin.
© LS 2012
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