as water

i swallowed the truth of you
without asking
without yes, without please
your sweetness ran down my throat
like honey
like reeds in water
slip under and seem to
rise again for breath
(inanimate though they are)
they flow; they, too, become liquid
and in that moment i both ingested you
and became you
i bent to your will
(or perhaps
your will and mine
simply slipped outside the confines
of ownership, of you, or of i)

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