I am
repeatedly
folded into the empty, available hollows of your life.

and I let it be.

I still yearn,
to melt precariously into the bodies' crevices.
A heart dissolved in
tears.
blood.
words.
sex.

This liquid debris is
mellifluous, changing, shapeless.
charmingly silent –

Malleable,
the only way it can be.

The way I let it be.

-purl.