I'll melt into you, dear friend.
May you paw at me and latch on
with your pussywillow claws.
I will breathe you in like mist
that rolls forth and coats my tongue
and slithers down my throat like a feather boa,
a gentle paralysis.
A little bit of death gives me life for tomorrow.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 4:30 AM UTC
I'll melt into you, dear friend.
May you paw at me and latch on
with your pussywillow claws.
I will breathe you in like mist
that rolls forth and coats my tongue
and slithers down my throat like a feather boa,
a gentle paralysis.
A little bit of death gives me life for tomorrow.
