I. collision (abruption cycle)

I. collision (abruption cycle)

ten thousand years inside your kiss
my mouth a faultline split
your scent climbed ancient in my lungs
hold me harder

more love than stone or blood can hold
we don’t feel the bruises
your fingernails beneath my ribs
no one is spared

your teeth find salt along my skin
a wound you drink like wine
the bedframe cracking like dry earth
split me open

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