My goddess.

But darling, this is your skin
You’re my goddess,
I worship the scars drawn
all over you,
My drunk self would still
kiss your skin like a child,
You’re my goddess,
Even if your lips run out
of the soft cherries,
And your body is dehydrated
and dry,
I see what you don’t see,
I will love you, water you,
You’re my goddess.

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