I
want to whisper to you through red wine teeth, write fairytales with my tongue,
make a fort together out of blankets and pillows and ever-afters. I want to spell happily with you and I.
I want you to want me, to come for the sound of me -- the
way the M mounts your lips.
For
you, I turn phrases like tricks.
You
love me like a trick of the light: iridescently.
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