in front of you
I find myself standing;
hands behind my back
secured with ropes
like the one that
loosely hangs
around my neck;
your nakedness
surrounds me while
your swollen breasts
warm my face
and your hairless legs
lock down my arms
against the middle
of my bruised back;
sorrows roll down my skin
in thin rivers of sweat
as we become forever
severed from reality.
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