Grey Binge Poem

Gently
skin fuses to
skin over clothes
halved bodies made for this
moment

inside we’re blown apart
our blood surges wild pushes
ribs to part and our viens
mingle confused and tangled

As we disappear
Around each other
in a moment.

It is sweet

Torture.

To be filled so

After every hello

and every good bye.

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