The last time
I wrapped
around you
I can’t remember
because I didn’t know
it would be the last time
you left breathmarks on my skin
There you were
looking out
me looking in
while the whole wide world
stepped aside
a growing season gone
my body, this body
lain to bare bone
Now, when the chill is just so
my arms fall
into that crooked grin
as if holding you
chest to chest
me the rootstock
you the leaf and blossom
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