It is ghostly in the way she
Delineates your motel curtain skin and
She will mother your blisters
In garden linen
Licking the syrup from pin point daggers
Boiling maple in handmade spoons
Collect the ruins from inside your arm
You -
And you -
She wants you to taste the northern star
Remove cotton from the stomachs of her moths and
Tailor the patches back onto your tongue
She will leave those organic stains
On your weeping willow lungs
Drain the vanilla from her eyes
With opium and love
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