Your callused fingers
unapologetically pried
apart the space between my thick ribs
expanding the cage holding me so tightly in
like a surgeon preparing a patient for open heart surgery
Turning my cadavar into a breathing vessel
laid on the pale ground
catching c o s m i c sprinkles
majestically f.a.l.l.i.n.g
a celebratory shower of champagne
or fireworks from a long overdue kiss
dripping so confidently from tiny holes
in the canopy of our universe.
it's happening
& it's nothing short of m.a.g.i.q.u.e
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