inside
we writhe–
two sweaty
ropes
with needs
of their
own,
friction
burns
up and down
our fibers–
better than shiverin’
alone?
poetry
at a loaded
table
we tossed our
dice
but some love comes
at a price
i won’t pay
twice
they
couldn’t
separate us
with
a blade,
shan’t break this
embrace
to quell another’s
rage,
we’re tight
enough
to hold the air
in place.
motor’s whirring,
speech is
slurring
past the point
of hot,
gears are stripping,
steel is melting,
mind’s slowing
down..
but not.
watching you like
a movie
i’ve seen more
than once,
i could predict
your next
line
but why mess with
the timing,
hearing you like a
song bound to
my brain,
were i to sing your
next lyric,
would it chime
the same?
i’ll shine like
i need
to,
not fade when
i’m told
to..
shut up, as i’ve
spoken
much–
i only feel
when i’ve touched.
taking hold by
letting go-
these knuckles
crave rest
from clutching
old blankets
so tight
to the chest.
don’t
say farewell
if you can’t
keep a promise,
i’d rather bask
here in
limbo
than force
either’s
hand.
a dear friend on
the mend
leans too close
for advice,
i offer not
wisdom
but will listen
all night.
smother fears
gently
in
comfort
surrounding,
your kiss like
the sun
when warm days
can’t find
me.
hands in the garden 
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