i trip over my thoughts in silent places
you poke out of cracks in concrete illusions
air creeps beneath my nail beds
where you skin is
i want to find you in my sheets
but all i have is letters
and photos
and moans
and touches
and deteriorating thoughts
and your tongue tied in a knot
neatly stuffed into my heart
and in less innocent spaces
one night was enough
to strangle me with feelings
thank you for making me feel once more
however good
however bad
i am numb no longer
sensous rapture
blossoms within me
thank
you
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