you
sweet thorn in my ribs
absorbed in my
robust fascia,
sharp in the introduction
but dull
once picked.
grew up my spine and tickled
without bloodshed.
left a trail of detritus
to yours.

me
sinks into your elbow
lips a bobbing knife;
seasoned and slow,
blunt but steady,
cutting deeper with each
grin.
patient, I learn the swerve
of each artery.

we
two indolent house cats
striped with ribbons of each other.
trimmed claws but
voracious,
cautious with each lunge,
each obstructed mile
in our separate paved
jungles,
scratching at each other’s scabs
to remember how to
hunt.

“us”

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