not here

it's only til monday. yes, but/
i keep falling into the slight dent in my bed
gradually stretching out sleepy fingers
to the place i know the crook of your elbow should be
and nudging my head into the ghost of an armpit
slightly damp with the sweat
i love the smell of.
 
you said All Our Lives and that we needn't be so needy
but i want you always;
there is a dull ache from my nose to my gut
and i'm childishly angry because
you're not where you could be.
 
it's only til monday. yes, but/
i want all the days to be wrapped in blankets
laughing at the rain outside because we are gods of warmth
and would be cocooned lazily
and marooned voluntarily
but i'm on my island for two, on the shore,
alone. it's only til monday -
yes, but.
 
 
 
 
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