waxing

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the tide of you

swirls at my feet

salt pillars dissolving

every broken tower

—

the effigy of

my body

ignites

in gratitude

—

I’m burning on the pyre

kindling wish

after hope

after longing

after fantasy

everything immolates

—

cracks

open the fragile

spills the contents

into soft earth

into rooting

into the hot wake

—

of liquid pleasure

—

what remains, serves.

what remains is essential

—

presence,

stripped bare.