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(Contains: sexual themes)
I was just getting started, just dipping my fingers
when I caught your scent, like a honeybee
finding a blossom full of nectar.

My fingertips providing the chills of finding
the strap that held you in, forefinger and
thumb pressing your clasp,

I could smell your age.

I could tell that you'd had one too many
birthdays, one too many arguments,
one too many days when your child
didn't call.

I had no idea what I was getting into,
no idea that I'd be obsessed with the
pages spilling out of your bellybutton.

And I needed it, like people need
religion, even if I know that
sometimes needing isn't believing.

When you climbed into the car
that October day, I wonder
if you thought that Death was
giving you a ride.

And as my nude fingers grasp the
last page of our amour, did you know,
lost in the passenger seat, that it was
one you weren't coming back from?

The first time I saw your shoulder,
peeking like a Muslim under her hijab,
I looked away, like I had never seen
a shoulder before, like I had never
wondered what secrets my lips would
find in the pockets of your collarbone.

The first time I saw your bellybutton,
I knew it'd be the most of you I'd ever see.
I knew you'd be chalked up as a loss,
like everyone's first kiss, like every
adult's young aspirations.

And though I never saw the parts of you,
hidden precariously under single layers,
I still saw you, more guarded than your
body's secrets, dipping your toes,
chipped green polish, into the trust
of another man.

Overwhelmed, I say, "I love you"
because I have too much of an
affair with my phone to articulate
what I'm really feeling.

And after I see your hand, for the
first time in years, grasping for
what we once were, I say it again,
"I love you," realizing that love
is a verb we're all misusing.

There I was, as imposing as a tree,
shawls cantering to the floor,
pages attempting flight,
escorting her,

like gravity escorts a chestnut,

to her new life, her new clothes.

Later in life I'll be asked if I feel shame
for giving the world a story nobody would know.

No, I only felt shame when I opened her up
searching for any presence of me and,
evidence lacking, left her jacket-less

on the floor.

I wonder if when she died, starving,
she still believed people are inherently good.

So, saw an "ex" fucking in a parking lot. Didn't know whether to be sad, angry, or disappointed. Turns out I was all three. Suhweet.


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Thanks so much for the support :)
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Thanks for the watch, I'll try and get some more work up soon :) For now, I will return the favor.
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