Dawn is dim and all I think in the new light
is where my mouth burns from yours.
The furnace beneath the skin you sparked
is burning up my lungs.
Your ribs are the earth; your secrets are pressed
under the sand of your skin like shells.
I want to kiss you, dig with my hands
and find you out.
My cunt hungers for yours,
wolfish and sharp and wild.
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