Plasma Exchange

Bent in the shape of a spoon
shiny and new, like the plasma.
I sink into your warmth
and I squeeze my eyes shut .
How long until your heart
is the beat that rocks me to sleep
rather than the artificial beep outside?
I’ve always been waiting
and for another moment in time
I will wait until my eyes dry

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