When I love I love between where the flesh of the fruit and the pit touch. I love between the small of your back and the nape of your neck in the spinal cord that stairwells down your body like a rhythmic thump my fingers trace haphazardly. I love in the small dent between your top and bottom lip where your tongue peeks out when you bite the words climbing up your throat. I love between the slopes caving into your hipbones, where thumbs become anchors and fingertips feel like flesh against satin. When I love I love between the dark that separates every star, the space between your cupid's bow and your nose, and the expanses of skin you can retrace but never touch like it was the first time all over again. When I love I love in a marbled pattern of swirled needs and sharp granite passions, I love you just in between sharp tang where blood holds onto skin but never fast enough before it drips down. I love you between gravity and aerodynamics just before you fall and just before I crash. When I love I love between the space created between you and me.
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Poetryto the boy who wanted nonfiction but who I gave poetry to. these are poems I never gave to you. All rights reserved © 2017 immortalitatis- cover by my lovely friend @hurtcopain
