storytime

I earmark his body with my tongue

so I can come back and indulge

in all the different parts of him

that always tell me the same story

Oh, I could read him all day if he’d let me

smell the scent left on his pages by

the ink of my love

and swallow his words as if I needed them

to breathe again.

 

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