Desire
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*I* introduce myself
as a system of longing
*He* shares his taste
for salt and topologies
of skin the largest organ,
he says, is want is a bleeding
poem is a flower made of
flesh butter snow his knuckles
soon burrowing in my cheek
searching
for surrender
I chain wishes on the exterior
glass of a door I open only to
discoveries under the lid of
night. Desire microscopic here,
discovering a lost tissue of
molecules on the tongue. A cat
suddenly on the roof shoots
drops of moonlight. My fingers
run on the keyboard afraid they
won't find the alphabet anymore.