alfie lee writing

i put it to you

i would like
to run
my fingers

over you stick
my tongue
out at

you to
thrust my
trust

in you
to take
my time

with you
and put
this proof

to you
to pull
it out

as a comet
streaks
entrails

behind
a finger
light a

scape
across
these ink

black signs
to trigger
dawn the throat

choke fights
of swallows
explode



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