Love Means Chihuahuas
I long to press close to you,
until breath melts into friction,
straining the laces
that keep my aching body
from being one with yours.
We will learn to talk through mirrors,
interchange our hearts for crimson,
satin, formal wear.
When we are nothing but
exhausted skeletons,
echoes of lovers that once were,
our fingerprints will stay
carved into your bed frame,
like Egyptian hieroglyphics.
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