Dream catcher

loqui:

I can hear you simmering
A pot above the stove 
Bubbling tremors 
Writhing in flame 
A firm hand over your clothing

Growling tiger tall grass lows
Quaking rumbles in your throat 
Your tolerance crumbling
Fumble with fated reality
Weaken at the knees
With a plea to boil over
Tumbling clumsy

Bared teeth open to plains
Shred against the flesh
Terror written in heated waves

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A collaboration between goodmorning-spider and loqui

jayarrarr:

there’s a part of me
that needs
at least
a part
of you —

a part that speaks
in spaces of places
yet to come.

there’s a part of me
that wants
at least
a part
of you —

to feel the same;
to speak
the same words —
at least (perhaps only)
three.

there’s a part of me
that wants
to hold you
forever; but

there’s another part of me
that doesn’t know why.