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Your hand against the small of my back
sends my body into shivers,
like an early morning fog on the water
you float above my skin,
barely touching,
but there's tension in the air,
waiting for the sun to break,
to spill a fresh, golden milk
upon our aching joints,
upon your tender salmon lips,
ripe for the plucking,
maybe I'll carve coyotes into your calves,
paint rabbits on the underside of your tongue,
and sketch raccoon tails on your forearms,
then, finally, I will write empty, hollow words against
the pulsing walls of your chalkboard heart.
sends my body into shivers,
like an early morning fog on the water
you float above my skin,
barely touching,
but there's tension in the air,
waiting for the sun to break,
to spill a fresh, golden milk
upon our aching joints,
upon your tender salmon lips,
ripe for the plucking,
maybe I'll carve coyotes into your calves,
paint rabbits on the underside of your tongue,
and sketch raccoon tails on your forearms,
then, finally, I will write empty, hollow words against
the pulsing walls of your chalkboard heart.
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Crawling through our skin
Not just a little paper cut
It’s an opening to a higher voltage
To habits we can’t break any longer
While we try to find a cure from the inside
A cure for something itching across our skin
Don’t runaway another day
I never meant it when I said, “Don’t stay”
Please don’t let us become forgotten
It won’t be a part of me that can’t take that
My entire being would succumb to numbness
The foreword to my eulogy, “In the end…”
After that very first night
Lying away from you tore me apart
But after a while
Whenever I was with you
You’d start pus
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Sometimes I think it would be easier to be able to erase a person out of my life, but then I think what I really mean is that I want to be able to erase the effects someone has on me. I am slowly getting better at this.
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This....this is the definition of beauty. This is honesty, this is love, this is wonder, this is pain, this is....the most wonderful thing I'm sure that I have ever read in my fifteen years. I cannot stress how thankful I am that you've written this, and posted it for me to find today.