You open up like an
orchid,
exposed before me,
in my dreams,
fragile pedals quiver
each time I lean
too close
seeking a scent too potent
I struggle to
breathe,
smother myself in you,
the world, my world,
quaking as we spread
our limbs
to absorb the sun,
you, precious and
tender,
yet scalding to touch,
boiling up inside me,
as all is lost in a haze
that is not real,
my mind stirring up visions
like old coals,
filled with the
sparks
of wishes for not what is,
but what cannot be,
fingers bleeding from
clutching thorns too tightly,
I lick each drip of blood
as if licking you,
too sweet to endure,
too much a dream
that can’t be real.
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