Proposal
DORIAN
May my love for you meditate across my tongue
like a perpetual prayer. I want every part of you,
perfect and loud. If you open, I will enter,
a willing participant in this sorcery, this explosion,
this body built of blue and bone. May the map
we draw together lead our children home, a compass
tattooed in our smiles, our joy. I cannot scrub you
from my pores, now stained with your magic.
Take me from this Earth
if ever I should try.
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