If I could be anything, i’d be the dying star you whisper wishes to before bed
in my wildest fantasies i am your divinity
akin to akemi i warp the world for your safety
christ calls this is my blood
i scream here is my heart!
wrapped in cellophane to preserve, i only ask
you peel that plastic and consume all
piece by piece
until we are one
ode to my former eyebrow piercing
to the divine hole
the pristine pit of my countenance,
you are comely and alluring
to the lightning bug underneath my skin
the sorcerer’s sword which embodies self-expression
you are masculinity incarnate
a childhood dream meets an adulthood reality
we transcend expectations in ways such as this
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