respiration
tell me again
how you cannot live without me
how even sleep gives way to the warmth in my belly
show me
how your fingers curve around my palm
pale underside
where our weaknesses lie
do you love me? I ask
already living with your reply
but the words don’t warm my skin like your fingers
deep inside
deeper still
each nudge from you/a breath from me
makes me want to
got to
keep your face at my neck
your exhalations
lost on my skin
the cells in my mind
blowing up
one at a time
light my eyes
tiny fires
keep on
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