And flesh

It’s so easy to forget,

to take for granted

the shape of your lips on my neck.

But the goosebumps rising fresh,

once subsumed by time, laughter & cigarettes,

renew my love, blessed.

Where I was once starving,

I now find myself content.

Buried in your arms,

soaking in our sweat,

I remember how I love you:

heart, body, soul,

and flesh.

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