27.

Sometimes this distance wins
other times it doesn’t exist
but when it does take over
there is a craving underneath my skin.
There is so little to do then
and I’m helpless to the motion
slipping into turning into a coil.
And I long for your skin,
to gash it with my fingerprints
and to press onto your flesh
a thought made memory within.

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