Ars Amatoria
I want to put my lips
On your ribcage
Just a bit off to the left
Of your sternum
On your strong beating heart
The wings of a powerful hawk
On my mouth, my tongue
The turbulent flow
Of your life force
Whenever I do this to you
Your hands
Clenching and unclenching
Contracting and expanding
Like the universe inhaling
And exhaling
“Jac”, you breathed
The content of your heart
And your whole existence
Years of waiting
Contained in that one word
O Potestatem, my beloved
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