set in stone


gut swallows 

the trembling beat

sacred certainty it’s

all across the floor 


bring the gold 

reset the pieces 

of my psychesoul 

nothing’s wrong

it’s all wrong

little shattered bowl 

my love spills 

through the cracks

runs across the floor 

refill it over

and over and over

run with the pitcher 


take this pattern 

shove it back towards me 

tip the liquid

sweet and heavy 

to my lips, running warm 

down my chest and hips

like spring rain 

one swift hand 

from caress to smack

changes like the weather 

everything is wet 

everything is soaked


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