Sew my nerves to your
Pillow case’s creases
With memory. Honey,
Encase me in
Your hand’s cadence,
Incase this world’s end
Isn’t cascading behind
Our ears in soughs and
There’s enough to draw
One from scratch– If
the pen comes to you, paint
My eyes as life by a fern,
Love me in immortality,
As tomorrow’s absence
And hours left ‘till sunset.
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