Not My Own

“nestle up with me now and let

us fall in love with the feeling

of our worries spilling into the sheets.

nestle up with me now,

let us give birth to seeds of whispering

moans and let those coil with our bones

as we tumble in love with the

blooming echo.

nestle up with me now,

let us grow old and die delicate

in each other’s arms,

for my god,

what an exquisite honor it would be

to erode from this crumbling earth

all the while being washed in your

lover’s grains.

nestle up with me.”

~Christopher Poindexter

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