Agloe
2023-04-02

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Jett pushes
push-pins
into my skin
to mark points of interest.
Future road map of Sablade,
back roads and highways,
arteries and veins.
Volcanic activity,
mass fauna migration,
cystic acne,
skin irritation.

Two angels nude on the beach,
swept up in back-and-forth
of arrhythmic heartbeats
and ocean waves on the shore
and probably fervent copulating
given enough time alone.

I've become my own home.
The sand
in my grasp
and the water that laps
around us that Jett snorts in on accident
and turns her head to wheeze out and we laugh
is just as much a part of me
as my own physical body.
The woman above me is breathtaking
even as she hides a blush with her hands.

It's not possible for me
to stop being
the Anima Mundi
of Sablade.
And for once in my life, I thank
my Meridian blood and its curse
for the world it demanded I make:
now I can keep this woman I love safe
and unharmed in world-wide embrace.

"So much of me
is wrapped up in you, Lethe,
that I see you in everything."

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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
