Starving from extended winter,
I beckon to you with a finger.
Trembling; my veins fill with splinters.
Wooden slivers cut me from the inside,
I race towards any assistance.
Pressed, I pray for brooding brilliance.
Why do you play my ribs like piano keys.
Signal to you with smoky urgency,
peer into your zippered soul,
through magnifying glass eyes,
I catch you in action.
Hinting at the secret;
the secret code to my hunter heart.
You can access its emotion.
But do not tell the others.
Capture me in your net,
I beach myself on your bed.
You become the shore,
I slap at you lazily, like ocean.
Flowing, we crash into one another.
Resonate within me like cymbals.
I vibrate—cut me in two million pieces.
I win with my hands down.
Hold me in your clammy palm,
then blow me away, like dust.
Just let me scatter.
I yearn to know all the places!
No longer a mortar fortress.
Refined by this scandalous resilience.
These broken embraces can get so jumbled.
Shutter me. Forget my vulnerability anyway.
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