nepenthe

your lips are a sinner’s
sustenance; ambrosia 
for a god, yet good
enough for a ghost

you have furnished 
my soul with the 
windows of yours

and we speak in 
deafening silence,

like braille, but only 
it is my tongue 
against your skin. 

—  Nav K, nepenthe

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