I am lying
curved away and into
you, your
hands
(hands, hands)
inside my hair
pressing
thumb to neck, folding
me into myself
a rose-bloom
in reverse
and I am
spread like dough
under your rolling pin arms
you are starlight
purplish gleam and pearl
fire dripping from your
braids
and I am trying not to kiss you
and I am trying not to kiss you
and I am trying not to kiss you
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