In with the tide, out with the moon,
a breath between the waves,
the hush before the pull.
Your shadow leans beneath my door,
drifting like smoke from a dying fire.
Eyes of two drowned stars
at the bottom of a well I fell into years ago.
I am the leaf,
but the wind isn’t gentle.
I spin,
unrooted, but grounded when you look at me.
I'm longing with hunger and teeth.
I’m aching in places no hand has touched,
and bleeding in places no wound shows.
Absence is a slower kind of ******
I could dissolve,
I could become mist,
I could live only in the space between your breaths.
I want under your skin,
I want to taste your thoughts,
I want to press my lips to your pulse,
and drink your memories like wine.
I want to feel you under my teeth.
Under my tongue.
To remember you,
cell by cell.
Your soul cracked open like an oyster.
Pearlless.
Your heart is desire,
and your tongue is poison.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC
In with the tide, out with the moon,
a breath between the waves,
the hush before the pull.
Your shadow leans beneath my door,
drifting like smoke from a dying fire.
Eyes of two drowned stars
at the bottom of a well I fell into years ago.
I am the leaf,
but the wind isn’t gentle.
I spin,
unrooted, but grounded when you look at me.
I'm longing with hunger and teeth.
I’m aching in places no hand has touched,
and bleeding in places no wound shows.
Absence is a slower kind of ******
I could dissolve,
I could become mist,
I could live only in the space between your breaths.
I want under your skin,
I want to taste your thoughts,
I want to press my lips to your pulse,
and drink your memories like wine.
I want to feel you under my teeth.
Under my tongue.
To remember you,
cell by cell.
Your soul cracked open like an oyster.
Pearlless.
Your heart is desire,
and your tongue is poison.
Idk, I was high when I wrote this, enjoy
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