6.

thirsty for tears, i stretch to fit you.

i drown you in honey

drape you in my sweet, self-conscious embrace

i hold you close and wonder how i look

– the modest virgin in her Pietà pose –

my hands stroke your hair.

you lie, defeated,

in my lap.

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