My North

in the black of night,
cool breeze flap-flapping
a marbled rhythm,
we hum a fevered hue 

hunger slithering 
over peaked flesh,
you, the only star 
in my sky 

breath in spasms as your 
fingers trace moonlit 
blue constellations,
like a predatory dot-to-dot  

gooseflesh the Braille 
guiding me home,
and I, hoping this 
journey never ends 

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