White cotton kisses I pretend you occupy the space of thisΒ Β pillow I remember your navy sheets I think they kindly absorbed the blood it was there, somewhere. beating or gliding within walls of muscle. This type of loving has become liquid and electrical. It is certainly electrical. spiky pains edging fingertips Strands of copper threaded into the grooves of your fingerprints It has a real colour. I don't know what that is. It's weight fits inside your body. It is manufactured. Maybe the ***** triggered it. Or the serotonin shots when I see your face. All I have with me now is bone dry fabric and wadding