lick her dried up wounds.

tongue the ripped birthmarks:
overwrought with
flakes of utility,
mental ardor,
obsessive self- pity.
smooth the wells of past Christmas.
rush to her thoughts,
like starved all day to
fresh baked croissant.
kiss the spot under her elbow,
wet pucker.
lie open palmed on sternum
under chin,
hear the unsteady wrestling.
her plagiarism
of a living girl
and know you are
(very handsome)

only half-heartedly skimmed.

#3

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