Yearn

Behind a screen there is time for wheeling moons to wear on the night. Still, I yearn for the flicker. For the going dark. For the broken prophylactic. For sensation to bark its orders. For fire to fill my belly. For sparks to crown my head. For the spider’s bite. For the inevitable tarantella. For life once more.

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