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This kind of love breathes secrets down the collar of my T-Shirt
A film of white cotton but I want your skin instead
I want to wear you like an old coat in Winter
Keep me warm in familiar arms
And when you hold me I am glass
My body is only a vessel for my soul and can’t you see my soul is dancing
Like a plastic bag caught in Autumn wind
Caught in my next breath
Your next breath
We breathe the same
Breathe me in
Like one of those tacky cigarettes
I taste it on your chapped lips
Hands like feathers against my hips
I want you like a child wants its mother
It’s instinct
No need to think
Hands know where to go, how to reach
How to make your skin rise in a goose bump pattern
Like braille under my fingertips
Eyes closed but I’m reading you like a book
Hearts beating like the clock in the hallway and we can tell the time in pulses
Keep breathing till the tick-tock stops and still we spiral faster
Overflowing into a glimmering supernova
Two people skipping class on a Thursday morning in April
This kind of love



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