Tearing the sheets from your bed.
Three points, three sides.
Three years, and the words.
Need me.
I was so small then, crawling through the grass with you, damp dew and laying to watch the stars.
Embrace me like you used to when I painted the constellations on your walls to remind you.
Just the taste.
Fingers spread, grasp, teeth sink,
the juices flow to your forearm where I'll forever reside.
Silhouettes still dance in your pupils.
Watch my breath floating into the humidity.
Coax me. I'll come.
Saree McClaran
July 6th 2013
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