oughtism (16)

(excerpt:)

I may begin
to suck you out of
your skins
only to chap my lips
on the sour seam of
your peel;

but summer’s come around
as it always does,
and so will you.

come here, my tart,
unsentimental fruit:
I think you’re ready to try again.

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