you
the crescents i leave embedded in your skin
show what i’ve tried so naively to hide
while your lips trace a map over my neck
and i wonder
if this is what heaven feels like
and what act of god i have done
to get to this moment
where i shrink into your lap
shivering fevrishly
from your hands on my back
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