Parts of We

I want to sleep inside you
Your organs are soft,
Malleable, pliable
I want to curl into the fetal position
And be your impregnation
Your child
With shared DNA.
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I want to be you
Your calm clone,
A female counterpart,
A lifelong companion
Passionate, intense
A lover with similarities.

I want to pull you apart
Dissect your innards
Anything that does not touch air
Is mine for the probing
But I also want your rough skin
And hard eyes and soft hair
And freckles and moles
Scratches and scrapes
Can I have all that too?
I would swallow them
So that they became a part of me.
A part of you that is a part of me.
While I crawl around
Inside your heart
And through your veins.

Everything is so soft
When you’re this close
This close to pure form & figure
Close enough to touch, taste
Envelope and
Be enveloped.

I want to smell your odor
Partake in your stench
Inhale you like a fine smoke
Which coats my lungs,
Thickens my blood,
And diseases my respiratory system.
I want to be high from your fumes.

I want to drink your heat
Ingest the fluids you yield
And become drunk
Off your salts.
I want cirrhosis to take effect
And damage my liver
So that the scars you make
Are always part of my tissue.

I want to devour you.
Have you.
Keep you.
And let you run wild.
But know you are
Mine.
But know you are
Me.
But know you are
We.

By Sarah Hulin