Love me, would you?
Lie not until I decompose
but so long as to lapse again to whole:
When bones knit themselves back together
splints of coiled vines
supported on my back:
You are warm and safe,
and more than I deserve for my punishment,
but maybe invisible burdens
and the weight of tiny worlds
Like two Atlases
filled with knowledge to read,
curled up as a cat
and read till embers,
A heart,
slowing down
intertwined.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 5:01 PM UTC
Love me, would you?
Lie not until I decompose
but so long as to lapse again to whole:
When bones knit themselves back together
splints of coiled vines
supported on my back:
You are warm and safe,
and more than I deserve for my punishment,
but maybe invisible burdens
and the weight of tiny worlds
Like two Atlases
filled with knowledge to read,
curled up as a cat
and read till embers,
A heart,
slowing down
intertwined.