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Alyssa Mulder Jul 2012
No one knows your touch or how you’ve created me
Among cracked skin and bruised shins
With broken heart’s company
And blissful moment’s misery

You tied my wrists against your ribs
Pushing me to massage life
Into that hole you once called a heart
I noticed your flaws and know you’re flawless
Yet my hands kept searching inside your cavity

We’d pant and sweat and stare
At the glistening salty beads on the other’s body.
Eyes darting to find something, anything to hold
But you’ve slipped again unbeknownst to me
Leaving my hands inside your translucent skin

My fingers outspread to keep you near
I’m here
I’m here
I’ve always been here
Yearning for some sort of real

But all I remember is a glimpse of you
And your words, scribbled against rough pages
Against my own beating heart
The nights when we’d smile secretly
And the days that would pass us by

And all I remember is inspiring
To feel that one lovely feeling
To fill your hole.
To release my hold.
To love me, baby, sweetly love me

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