when breathing bores me

bend my lungs,
wreck my pulse.
pull me like a
loomed thread
til taut.
Take fully.
Tip my flesh
into the sky.
Skip my sigh
until it breaks
and forms waves,
tidal riding.
Tell me your eyes.
Enter me.
Warm,
simmer rise,
boil burn,
scorch blacken char,
crumble
dampen melt,
rush,
sip;
just
do not
stop.
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