by Alex McCurdy
Our love was sketched
Like a painting of a still life
A representation
Of what we only wished to taste
Creation designed
Stretched and primed
Across each fiber
Of our beings
Resolute in meaning
Absent in dissolution
Yearning like the mouth
Before the kill
Knowing the marriage
Of our lips
Is as open
As they are closed.
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