i want to be walked on all fours
into a valley of greased diamonds.
here, craving is carved into tongue.
i drink water from a dead angel's throat.
you, above me. chandelier. world. wheel. 
my bringer of nectar & dead stars.
tell me who i am & i will step
into the river of your voice. please,
put this harness on me tight. your fingers move
across a buckle. i need to be pressed into my life. 
strapped into my body to keep me from disobeying. 
until you came, i was gone.

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