“You are lightning, my love”

You are lightning, my love,

More intense than the first lick
of my favourite flavour
(now my second favourite, surely)

But you are better than ice-cream
I want our heat to drip and dance

Down to gravity’s navel, I want

to mess up your present
what a gift that would be
to our future, what offerings to
silence the demons of our past

We twist all of that and more
around God’s non-existent
middle finger

— Liyana Dizzy, 27

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