I can still taste the chords
as you hummed opera into my mouth
- se je t'aime, prends garde à toi
chocolate and last night's vodka
clinging to your lips
and mine
as your fingers trace the contours
of this carnate landscape,
luxuriating in my valleys
he is marble and nimbus
and I call myself Pygmalion -
but your teeth scraping my skin
and your hands knotting my hair
are so
so
real
and even artists need to breathe
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*French lyrics are from Bizet's opera Carmen and translate as, "Yet if I love you, beware of me."
