She encourages little rebellions
and my mind wanders for days
without water.
She sinks my teeth like ships on
forgotten treasure explorations.
She is chaos meeting inertia
on a clear day, clearing
my head of thinking.
She She She
She does it all so casually,
minces my meanings.
And when she strikes that tone with me,
my bones vibrate in perfect harmony
until my ribs break free in dissonance
and drag my lungs back to her.
All my words are hers for the taking.
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