Touch me like always, over and over
The way it never fails to select
Each time a newer brand of hunger (or thirst)
When my scissored knees embrace your neck
Thrust deeper, unit by unit of force
Until the source of life streams down between my legs
Or we can choose to make a river out of my throat
Whichever way we want to make poetry out of covalence
Call me sunshine, call me yours, call me out loud
For there is truth in such degrees of breathed sentences
Grab my hair until my scalp screams with my mouth
This design of faith that you can never silence.
Vivien Marie Lopez
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