Three Card Spread
(The Lovers/ The King of Wands/ The Queen of Swords)
so the cards say: he wants you the rock rises up between us the angel looks away no landscape here that wouldn’t break our ankles no bed to lie in but plenty of trees to fuck against no more wand jokes i want to lick your ankles – is that a bit much? i’m just here on my throne and my wrists are so tired from holding this big sword and your ankles are the only thing i could damage you don’t look me in the eye it’s like that poem we read about leaves unfurling but we don’t know what to do with ours i could give you apples i could give you worms
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