empty the glass, sabotage the story, kid

I've missed you,
wrapped around
my tongue-voice.

You're sinking like a
poem,
crumpled paper/
thumbprints closed.

I've been sailing,
touched your moth-wings
with my blood lips. 

Opening your glass neck
with a flick
of the proverbial wrist.

 I miss the darkness
surrounding.
I remember you in my gut,
telling me what to think/
ink-paint over the real words.

Ardency
swells,
lost.

The End

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