waiting,

it is like a fever

what has become of me

 

a body

secretive and aching

stretching between sheets

pressed against steamed tile

i think of you

 

slipping saliva across

flesh covered ribs 

fingers 

burrowing 

between bones

 

you are a hope

a sanity

 

you are me and i you

each individual and singular

two of us

one us

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