Poem -



I'm grateful for every kind inch of you
And awake in every breath of your scent

Your energy sustains me
Breaks me up and makes me whole again between your fingertips

And each moment that will pass between
The last touch and the next touch
Every goddamn second
Is fucking poison.

Sapping my memory of your features
The feel of your skin
The weight of your hand on my thigh 
The cushion of your lips.

Your words are the only medicine I can reach 
Delaying the pain
Until I can finally have my next fix of 
the antidote: your touch

Until we are near enough for me to
Hook my arm on yours 
And lean my cheek against you 
And tell you once again that I am yours
And will be

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