Don t let go
Between the ribs
Between the wrist
and shoulder
traces —
Embraces, passionate
grip
Hands entwined,
Half hauntingly
delicate and
scarred
A story of want and woe:
Of beautiful,
destructive
fervent
passion —
Let our embraces be,
a silent
confession
Write it
under your skin
Write it
sharply and thin —
As I touch you...
Whisper:
“Don’t let go…”
Where passion
bruises gently,
And the sweet
ache lovely
Of a love that begs:
“Don’t let go...”
— From your lips
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