Salutations.
The following poem was written for my sister because she told me to write one.
You cannot breathe in a room filled with air
because he stands near you
Your eyes flutter, back and forth
back and forth
drinking him in, a temporary vision
you try to capture underneath your eyelids
His words fill your ears like hot water, burning
the sound alone makes your ribs press against
the tender organ of your heart
He said good morning and smiled
gave you a hug and
you nearly died
his eyes do not drink you and his ears
do not burn-- you are a small tingle down
his spine where he is your earthquake
you look anyway justifying your thirst
woman
you are addicted to pain
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