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dearheart

i know what it is

to write about the tender

language of touch

like one would an old friend

 

this is a love

that i will not

soon forget

 

like wanting the feeling

of your fingertips

forever ingrained in my skin

 

with your comforting weight

on my thighs

and only existing where your

lips

teeth

tongue

touch my neck

 

you make my mouth water

and i want to

crawl inside of you

nestle myself behind your heart

make a birdhouse out of your ribcage

 

darling, you make me bloom

planting seeds in soil

i once thought long since dried 

 

darling, i’ll write you so

many songs

 

with nothing but your name

on the tip of my tongue

and hands that do not shake 

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