Codiciada

We sat in the grass in the late night,
Though it was still warm from the daytime.
I said,
‘Tell me not to.’
You said,
‘Don’t.’

That was enough for then.

I put rings on my fingers
And twirled them around,
Contemplating, and not unusually,
All I do not care about.

You said, ‘I’m sorry it’s eating you.’
I said, ‘I’m eaten.’

Covet the idea of life, Explore what it would mean to used to be.

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