Friday 30 December 2022

By Anno Birkin

 Steal me.

Melt my gold centre.
I enter through your dreams,
    where you're weak,
and where I'm clean of inhibitions.

I'm killing this body, this prison of flesh,
this heart and this head that you loved-- put to rest,
but I'll see you in sleep,
where I'm perfect.

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