where did you get such
space age technology
embedded into your
skin,
pulling me in so deep
chest first into
some blinding light?
my head resists,
falls back.
my heels dig in,
toes curl,
and somewhere
we make contact.
on some existential plain
I'll float for a moment
in your arms.
I can't breathe in this space.
Your eyes are a vacuum
sucking me in a little closer
with each heavy look.
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