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Desiderium by S.M. Beal


i wish to origami

myself into a paper butterfly–

smaller, smaller–until i can

fit inside

the gaps between your ribs


until i can perch on

your lungs and nestle

within your pulsing



unfurl myself only

as a ribbon that cradles

our hands

with whispers of fire


when our minds can blaze

and our skulls can crack

and our bones

collapse in

a coffin

we chose

to share.

1 Comment

Well done

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