anew.

each time you think
my tongue has never been so sweet, so eager
my hips never so inviting
but I am your cradle
your vessel of renewal
made to hold you
made to rock and away together in this ritual
I am the place you come to lose and find yourself
to restore what they continually take
rest here as long as you need
then drink from me
and be whole

the blood
& the bones

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