My love


Fold me a paper in your palm
crease me sharp with your nails
paper bitterness on your tongue
saliva on my skin
fold my heart an envelope
for this letter I send to the comets
wish as they break.

My love,
like you line break
our poetic communication
this time.
Don’t break
our continuum of affection
in another life.

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