I am wet and giant
and shaking from the

I am the full midnight ocean
birthed from the absent sun,
taken over by the
full moon’s rage.
I am undulating in great
tidal gasps.
Your arid soul is thirsty for this
new continent I’ve become,
but your infernal leaps
are doused in hex
before they reach me.
You are responsible for some of this,
and I am responsible for

My bed is soaked
and I am angry.
You send me 
butterflies at night
to assuage me.
I return the offer:

one long, dry
to fade you.



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