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[1_2_suckerpunch]

I’m dying to touch you.
Sitting close
knees barely brushing;
watching your hands,
restless blood and bone.
When we finally hug-
it’s all I can do not to
cling-
not to reach into your ribcage
and grip your heart.
Your arms are too bony to
cover me
and yet I feel ensnared.

I’m dying to touch you,
as if I could keep you here
with the lightest of tendrils.