and here shoots lightning
Lightning I tell you!
Glass split in my veins engraving,
"I love you."
I slipped on the most evident sound
of summer sighs under pounding rain
and fingers curling over skin
and here I tweeze from my sputtering heart: Tines.
This one made of crystal
This one made of glass
and my favorite
oh- my favorite
made from ghosts of nicotine
and whispering,
"Don't worry,"
with the surest of eyes
"you could be like her."
And every time I hold you
press you to my place
you could break
with just your hand
I am pounding out diamonds
from the cave in my chest
whispering,
"Forever."
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