Inspired by the Swedish film Kyss Mig
She leans in amid a background of deer
We, the bevy, are petrified
like Christmas decorations,
heavy and twinkling with anticipation
Doe by doe, a slow-motion charm
echoes this moment of ticking frenzy
Cell by cell, space between us shrivels
our gamy voyeurs dim and retire
The dusk wraps its wooded arms around us
My pulse melts under her tongue,
her breath waves through my teeth
As we fold soundlessly into each other’s night
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