Radiolaria

What you must have felt
As we connected by plasma

What miasma would rise
From frictious heat
By the two of us
And our heartbeats

It was three
Words
You said to
Me

That made cyanide
Drip between us
Connect
Us

What lethal seed
Of poison shared
Now lingers as
Ideas in the air

What you must have felt
Underneath me
As we connected by plasma
Heated by our bodies

A warm comfort of
Life and death
Avoided by dethorning
Metallic roses

A sea of radiolaria
Binding us
Momentarily, but
In symbol: always

For this is what
Our love has made

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