Hymn to a Lover's Chest
Beloved, tonight I bring my whole foolish republic to the wide republic of your chest. I arrive with my cheek as a petition, my mouth as a signature of heat, my hands two humble ministers negotiating treaties of warmth beneath your breath. Under your collarbone—the border— I declare myself citizen. Your chest: not a prize but a province; not inventory, but invitation. It is the law of hush, the senate of pulse, two round parliaments of tenderness convened by your breathing.
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Beloved, tonight I bring my whole foolish republic to the wide republic of your chest. I arrive with my cheek as a petition, my mouth as a signature of heat, my hands two humble ministers negotiating treaties of warmth beneath your breath. Under your collarbone—the border— I declare myself citizen. Your chest: not a prize but a province; not inventory, but invitation. It is the law of hush, the senate of pulse, two round parliaments of tenderness convened by your breathing.
Read more here:
https://jeffreyfreeman.me/blog/hymn-to-a-lovers-chest/
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