another gay love poem

may my lips travel the boulevard of your abdomen & pass through the lines of your chest to the holy of holies. at the altar of your heart will i singe my fervency — crystal relief into the sands of time.

others have said “i carry your heart(i carry it in my[moldering/moon meant/sun song] — but when these temples crumble, when my lips no longer sing, here still will we be crystalized; a space hollowed by such reverence — baucis-philemon — no god dare wash it away.

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