Hands are Limp and Tongue is Tied.
Hair hangs loose and The white T has blood on it from Bitten Lip.
The bedsheets tangle around Boney Ankles.
Sharing Hot Breath, leaning on Flushed Cheek, Lips Parted as if Beginning to Whisper.
Air is stuffy and Sleep is the One and Only.
Hip Bones above Boxer Shorts , Soft Skin in Dull Shaddows.
Eyelashes resting on Angled cheek, Thick and Long.
Remembering.
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