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A familiar lengthy-limbed fellow met me in sleep last night

I kissed his knees

He traced my curls

Into a nest of honeysuckle swirls

And the oddity lay in the touch between his finger tips and my scalp

With each brush scrawny veins would surface on his boughs

They began to run all over; bloodless and mousy

His milky flesh draining to a cantaloupe’s skin

Gulp…

gulp, gulp, gulp

I fell limp within his footprint

Impregnated with an afterlife, swimming in his cinder and passing spirits

Even in sleep he died inside of me

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