Erishkigal's Dream
  

My 
ribcage
 through your 
wrist
the 
small
 of your back through my knee
blinding sketching 
inwardness
 always falling 
inward
spiraling
 
inward
 the 
circles
 of our 
bodies
.
Last night I was not 
alone
 in my cave.
Water 
heavy
 I woke, swollen,
to the ripping of you:
the 
breaking
of my every 
seam
.



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