earthquake.
the               sh
  ground          ak
                            es-
you spit butterflies,
I
      swallow.

a rumble in my stomach
reverberates in
          dirt,
b l o s s o m i n g   flowers.
sunlight, sweetness,
fruit of my          intestines.

 t
 r
ee  of your      lips
    basking in wet dew.
foggy morning-
        I see       you.
                                        n
I breathe     your      i                  b
                           ra                      ow    
and burst
into     bright  light.

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