The capillaries in my hands tingle at the darkness when you leave.
Breathing in the shallowness of my chest cavity I swallow my lust to discover the insatiable appeal for gut wrenching desires in solitude, and fear of letting what will… be painted on the wall.
Discovering the realism of your face signifies my interest in your body parts that mirror back the delusion of covert synchronicity.
Infinite sacrifice to work my way around the map of your being is unified with my aligned impression of your slights.
Forgive my ignorance, but I laugh at your frisky smile and awkward movements.
You and I are one.
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