Nothing changes, but everything does,
And the sky flies away every night.
We circle each other tentatively
Before crashing together at first light.
You awkwardly smoke, and I crave your fire,
Wanting to enter you like a disease,
Unseen, unfelt until my work is done,
And your fever burns brightly and higher,
I’m like a virus seeping through your veins,
Sweeping aside corpuscle confetti
But also obliterating your pains.
Let me infect you. Come on, Hon. Let me.
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