why do i only speak of
how much i love every way
you have ever touched me

and how every fingerprint
that you leave behind
burns a memory on my skin

all the while
recounting each breath you’ve stolen
from my lungs

when i talk to you
i realize that i sound like
a fucking poem
but i have learned that
with you
there is no playing it cool
as i repeatedly bare myself before you
like an exhibitionist

May 2, 2016

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