No Name 8
craving a sip of the oceans / between your breasts and your navel / moses parted the read sea but i prefer / the tide between your hip bones / the love handles that make you pout in front of the mirror / until i assure you such flesh is beautiful. i like waves.
the whale swallowed jonah and i wish to consume you / make your home inside my ribcage / as i linger over your taste on my lips / your flesh bleeding like a vagina / a cut / a wound / a birth / as i chew on your curves your back the way the surf runs over your tailbone / the lord is in his heaven between your shoulder blades.
in the beginning there was hunger and there was thirst / god made the day and the night and the desire to eat. you never / eat much i always noticed the way starvation was constant as a daily prayer / a secret a shrine hidden in the closet / next to old luggage full of scars of previous lives / you are proud of the scars i leave on you. tissue beneath my fingernails / they could extract your cells and clone you from my body.
dna duplicates after angels implant a fetus / as i am replicating myself in you / in your eyes / your mind / pregnant with who i want to be. skin grows over things that live against it / perhaps one morning after dreams we will be unable to get up and face the cold / our skin has grown together / so we will stay among the rumpled sheets where we made love / playing with hands, muscle fibers moving in synchronicity to make fingers dance / your forearm is where i'd start to eat you / your blood running over my chin and down my body / a river flowing to meet the ocean swell of my belly/
and god saw it and it was good.
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