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for my wife:
i feel honored to share in such nightmares. what you see as your terror, i see as your beauty. thank you for sharing the nightmares. thank you for your strength. thank you for being so goddamn breakable and for letting me break you over and over again.
last night we were the delicious wolves. thirsty tongues brought pleasure tides to wash our lusty centers. we rolled naked in hills of shag tobacco till our skin stained autumn yellow. we heard the howling of havest moons. we felt the healing clean of saliva licked on our wounds. we burned like offerings of summer berries on a ragged forest alter. we spoke fluently in ancient codes of quiet and water noiss. oh the mud. oh the sweet spoons of malted barley. oh the seasons. oh the gatherers of lovers to the grind, keep me walking. give me oil in my lamp, or if i have no eyes, make me to slither with my ear close to the pulse beneath the pear growth. remind me with every thistle scrape, my love, with every stubbed toe, of the beauty in the lost art of imperfection.
i feel honored to share in such nightmares. what you see as your terror, i see as your beauty. thank you for sharing the nightmares. thank you for your strength. thank you for being so goddamn breakable and for letting me break you over and over again.
last night we were the delicious wolves. thirsty tongues brought pleasure tides to wash our lusty centers. we rolled naked in hills of shag tobacco till our skin stained autumn yellow. we heard the howling of havest moons. we felt the healing clean of saliva licked on our wounds. we burned like offerings of summer berries on a ragged forest alter. we spoke fluently in ancient codes of quiet and water noiss. oh the mud. oh the sweet spoons of malted barley. oh the seasons. oh the gatherers of lovers to the grind, keep me walking. give me oil in my lamp, or if i have no eyes, make me to slither with my ear close to the pulse beneath the pear growth. remind me with every thistle scrape, my love, with every stubbed toe, of the beauty in the lost art of imperfection.