Look at you
Buried deep beneath the covers
Your nocturnal aroma,
Musky, red blooded, the hard
Acidic smell of a man.
I’m standing at the edge of your bed
Performing a study
The hard lines where the sheets
Fall against your thighs
Your chest
Your face cringed painfully
As the violence of a dream
Clutches your backbone,
Diminishing you into the frail
Skeleton of a boy
Every night
I ache for you
I want to climb into bed beside you
And with my hand,
Smooth your ruffled skin
Break into your fractured thoughts
To piece the fragments back together…
Make you whole again.
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