You stumble blind
xxxxxxxxxxxinto sky,
lay me down
xxxon granite altar.
I lay still--a stranger, receding--
you drink me
xxwith mosquito thirst,
move inside
xxxxxlike gnarled roots.
Paraplegic limbs detach,
an infant pain whines—
xxxxpalpable,
xxalive.
Night drips swamp oil;
stars ache to fall from the sky.
You say I am yours;
I fear you will
xxrip out my eyes.
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