i could wear you like a pendant
sink into you and take your
linen, corduroy
until you were bare-chested in the dark
until your smile disappeared
and you sighed a lamp out, for me
to see my handiwork
and know that i created you with a hand and
kept you singing in my sternum
1 comment:
this one is my favorite breadloaf, possibly because you mentioned sternums, but the first line is somewhat grammatically confusing
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