I will take whatever
you will give me,
the scrape of your voice
along the cold of my bones
in the morning, the shiver
of your lips against mine
as I part myself open,
your name imprinted
on my tongue.
For it is you who finds me
when no one else can,
alone between the shadow
and the soul,
mouth dirty, fingers blackened
from the heat of your heart
and my final gasp an echo
as you take me over the edge.
I have long accepted
the price of your weight
upon my soul.
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