Your rusty smell on my fingertips
I taste the wine on my tongue
Tonight I sleep with your cells filling my lungs.
As I lay in night dreams
before falling asleep
I think of your body and feel mine heave.
You are in the bed
of dampened sheets
Breathing us in and thinking of me.
Separating from you
Is never easy
But then I remember we haven't really.
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