With your touch
I swear I feel the
seams of my stiches
Blending into my
skin
Matting out and
bleeding in
I hear the
crackling sound of blood vessels forming
And the silent
gush of blood through and through
I feel the cracks
filling up
Love and sex
Incomplete
wholeness taking over me
And for once I
know
With your skin on
mine
You breathe
through her ghost.
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