there are magnets in your mouthMature

light your eyes -
moonlight brighter
than a thousand suns
trapped in the
tawny green halls
of your irises.

I am cluttered
with these urges -
they swallow me whole,
chew me up, spit me out.
I’m nearly drowning
in the pale seas
of your eyes.

I can’t quiet
the riotous noises
in my skull.
stay back.
I can’t help
my straying fingers.

there are magnets in your mouth
and I want to suck them out.

The End

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