I want to be your edibles.

I want you to want me

in your mouth. I want to make

you ascend you places you can’t get

sober. You do not have

the fleshlikeness of men, but are more real

than the sunburn on my back. Taste me,

darling. Indulge in me, and I you,

and when I wake up, remind me it’s real.

What I have felt for you is real. We are

Jonathan and David in ways they never thought

possible. We are ordained by the Holy. We are

what He wanted for Adam and Eve. Even if

I am the forbidden fruit, take a bite.

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