a song for daemon: saliva

we are on two opposite sides of the table:
my wrist is aching pulled tendons from raking you across the coals–
i’m trying; to make you bleed me.

at least then you’ll remember me.

(eyes
lips

fingertips

hands

palms

nether calm (disturbed);

“i’m sorry.”

“why?”

“you said never to get attached, and here i want your blood

“….i’m attached too.” )

but we never said a word.

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