my pulse sounds out your name in morse code

days like this
consist of two
currents of thought
from a desire
for relief
and the overwhelming
desire for you
i wear your love
like a crucifix
around my heart
to keep the
vampires and fiends
at arm’s length
but the goddamn
pressure strives
to turn my brain
into fine dust
and i want so badly
to whisper my love
into your ear
to taste the salt
on your neck
and let wildflowers
drown the pain away

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