even when it’d be natural it’s never broached
the question dies before it reaches my throat

play me the songs that don’t need words
the films you’re fond of
share your books and

what you think
at night, alone—–
with dimmed-down lights-
—-reading at home

place an apple in my palm
arm outstretched over the realm
i’ll see you next lifetime

watch me bite the greengold cheek
gnash the thing between us til
it’s juice between my teeth

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