how is it possible that
your lips have this
shape and
let out gentle sounds
like sea foam on sand
this cratered rock
beneath
I want to enter
and live there
in a house made
of you
where it rains
when you wet your lips
and there’s a flood
when the water you
drink
runs down your chin
my whole garden
drowned
in happiness
becomes a beach
where pearl fish
jump from the ocean
under a spiraled sky
and I fall asleep
knowing I am right
where I want to be
on this cratered rock
right beneath your lips
in a house made of
you

Poems for Jeffrey, 2023

Author: Necro

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