you induct me
and i am
awash in your
pull
.
drawn to
this heat that
bores into my
core
.
you know where the colours bleed and
learn to know
which
become a mere
bruising
.
and the
howls living echoing
.
[rapid rhythmic ricochets]
.
you'll quiver too as
fingertips fly
across deserts of
.
lips
.
is this what it is to
.
be
is this what you painted it
to be

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