7,000 acres of incinerated forest
suns burn through holes in my eyes
fingers rake light through
my skin of leaves
every moment scalds inside
with my mouth sewn shut by your hands
wielding centipede thread and
needles of luminous flame.
juno, soaring
summer cups my back with
warm hands, like yours.
my heart is fishing line pulled
by your tides
lay between my flowers
and purr again.
drown out drone
echoing through the dark halls
inside me.
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