the way i'd like to love you is the way
mushrooms creep up in the still forest,
fragrant and damp,
mysterious night-watchers,
their peculiar heads dream-nodes, spirit-nodes,
and soft as a far-far-away moon.
i'd love to love you like millions of bacteria
softly gnawing away at the precious head,
hushed diamonds, starlit vagueries,
the giddy metal scents of dirt,
of iron, zinc, aluminum, rock, moss and dried spit;
a final slurp of tongues as we both fall back,
umbrella-headed, gentle,
from those unfathomable inches above the earth.
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