Pulse

Your vital artery beats
from my top lip to my bottom lip,
top lip to bottom lip.

There’s nothing tastier
than the fresh beat of consciousness
of you between my lips,

that slows eventually,
softly, drifting, beating,
as we go to sleep.

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