this love
it cored me
every exhale tearing the cradle of my ribs
an empty basket i bury my head in the pillow
i try to inhale your scent
feel the impression of your skull
the press of your jaw
my hand is lead without your grip
the space of your arm circling my waist
i bend into your embrace
sink boneless
my eyes scald your face sharp
every time my lids drop tears
leak on my cheeks i taste your salt on my tongue
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