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kiss my spine
so intimate
your flaming breath
seeps through me
as if the years have made me porous

trace the silhouette
of my calloused fingers
and linger
on the ridges of my wrist
you shiver
I resist
the temptation of escape

rest your head against my own
so heavy with memories
the sinking weight
of stories never told

I taste your breath
I taste your empathy
I taste the words
you never said
Anticipating
a friendly gaze in return,
I look up --- *You wish.
something's been crawling all over the inside of my skin
it's you
the day will come when what I say
will scatter you or make you stay
but I'll not fear no matter what
and keep my mouth from closing shut
the truth will flow in ebbs and tides
from all the depths of my insides
and let this be the test of love
that what is uttered bares a dove
see, it will fly around our hearts
restore in full these body parts
in preparation for the change
we undergo in our final stage
so tire not, oh moving tongue
as you reveal who we're among
title taken from Paolo Nutini's Last Request
It's 40 days
I haven't slept
I cannot seem
To find a bed
That tucks away
My soul's unrest
I wander on
A desert stretch
The sand removes
My saltiness
I'm dry and pale
These feet attest
And true fatigue
I'll reach still yet
To drink might quell
The emptiness
But fever plagues
My hollow chest
In seeking dreams
The stones collect
And I find hope
Inside my head
To carry on
I must ingest
The very thoughts
My mind has bred
I cannot keep you here with me
But I've misplaced my only key
So here we are behind the door
Locking eyes while fate's ignored

Too long I've held my tongue 'til blue
For fear that I would misconstrue
My own elusive thoughts in lieu
Of wanting just to be with you

But I was not expecting this
That love would mend what I had risked
The look upon your pallid face
Had soaked up hues of perfect grace

And open I have held my heart
You drifted in, became a part
Of this progressing work of art
Essential to our new restart

See, living is a sacrifice
And getting by will not suffice
For those who seek, as you and I
To spill themselves outside the lines

— The End —