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Skeleton In The Daylight
There is a place
underneath your
collarbone
where I left
the imprint of my
fingertips
and there is a
place between
your thighs
where I left
the outline of my
hipbones
they were swaying
in the moonlight
as you sung me
to sleep
sounds of pleasure
and comfort
like a welcome
home rug
that has been used
too many times
to count
you breathed inside
me and used me
like a draft
to your drawings,
a summary
of your favorite
novel,
a skeleton
in the daylight
nothing more
than that,
really.
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