I want to be annihilated completely, I want reciprocal forgetting, I want the angels not to recognize me.

The Eden of Self-Creation

he
perched on the lip
of a girl

the year
was hot with
outdoor parties

butterflies
open doors,
paper lanterns,
leather vests and wine

he is carnivorous
and passionate
she is music
sweat and muscle

they are alive
creating light graffiti
from the strobe light
on their moist limbs

their anthem is
warm summer nights,
bonfires and bands
playing electronica

tomorrow
they will
disappear into
hesitant voices

but for now
they deviate –

this is
the essence of
self-creation

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