Where My Skin Ends

Where my skin ends
your love begins.
You trace me into a poem,
I write you into flesh.
And when we press
there is more blood than kiss,
more gut than verse,
more fever than rhyme.
You break me into a line
more cut than pause,
more tense than still,
more raw than feel.
And where your poem ends
my body begins again.

// 04 Aug 2020

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