How to Drown a Planet in Your Mouth
And call it love when you swallow...
Love—you kept it
pressed between your teeth. I watched.
Venus drowned in a shot glass,
licked the rim clean.
We were moths
with burnt wings,
still circling. Still leaning
into the heat of each other's
leaving.
The flame ate itself.
We called it beautiful.
We called it
again, and again—
your silence
a fist I kept walking into,
soft-knuckled. Purple-blue.
The kind of ache
that counts as touching.
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