Arrows like stars
descend on my love for
you
not
one
to tolerate the proddings of
commercialized holiday sticks
I pluck the sensations out of the pieces
of scattered heart flesh
and prostrate my organs and limbs
under this quartermoon canopy
and pray
--Oh goddess, if
you would cover my skin, if
you would bless me with your eternal kiss
--Oh goddess,
I love you
no matter the day it is
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