last night I dreamed you fed me, and
the thought won't let me out.
to taste that rain, the taste of you!
which never leaves my mouth;
my eyes are swollen in the cold--
for that is all it is.
raw images you gave to me,
cruel breaches of my kiss.
this keeps me longer than those scales
which I could love for days
my ribs feel cracked and far too small
my fingertips can pay.
at least no one can call me true;
I reached and cried, "For you, for you!"
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