and i quiver
sweat and wither
in her arms
i melt
lose
my
self
in sheets
heartbeats
cold-sweats
short breaths
embarassment
to be less than
she deserves.
and my wounds stretch
with every smile
i Fumble and fall
head over
boots
that suit
the like, like me.
like before.
with the exception
that this time
i can land
on my own two feet
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