A Part
My bed is still warm
When the next body rolls in
But I'm not
I'm numb
Until,
Your body
- Or his -
- Or hers -
Envelopes mine
And I can breathe
Because
I am consumed
I am part of you,
Of someone that lives
That moves
That loves
I am
I was
I will be
Because I'm not apart
Just a part
Of something
Monday 16th December 2019 3:11 pm
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