the skin hunger for you on me
is a slingshot into sunshine
our faces covered to god
our love a blank rhythm
in a cloudy silence
of borders patrolled six feet apart
in an open sky
your smile widens the horizon
i am lost without you here
i am lost on an island in a city
where my reach is a clawing farce
a boobishly silly joke
fuck
this is what dying alone must feel like.
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