Would you take me into you, in the context of you, the whole of you, on your lips, your eye lids, let me be the syrupy sweet, with no retreat, cut me into your wood work designs, reflect me in your eyes, paint me in coffee, whisper my name in your meditations, stitch me in the tears, cry me out in your tears, carve me in your legs, cough me out in your aches, breathe me in through your laughs, sing me out in your songs, play me into your rhythms, tap me into your tickles, allow me some space, indulge in me like chocolate or cerveza, blush with me, become flush with me, my probing fingers your body wracked shivers, massage me into your muscles, and expel me in sweet saltiness, allow your organs to shift, your heart to rip, just a bit, incorporate me into the platelets healing, salve of me, show of me, paint your finger tips and toes with me, hear me, scream me, allow your soul to drink of me, and I will be, your constant blanket, a presence in the silence.
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