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  • equipped with nightlight bones
    you followed me.
    down below the surface sex and skin:
    inside my freakshow gut
    scaring up a little love.

    I shared your bed and
    decided you’d been
    born in midnight’s battle cry.
    you breathe honor like
    your lungs are muskets;
    curled against your chest,
    war and sex hold twin,
    but somehow you show me
    how to sleep.

    somewhere in the tiny joints we make
    of skin on skin, your muscles
    kissing mine,
    my love becomes your armor,
    your battle, then, my prayer.
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