Felt By The Skin

Sometimes I think of a bullet

Shattering my collar bone as it enters

Tunneling vertically through my body

Forcing its way down through my heart

Expanding a precise path in the thickest center.


But at other times I think about you

About sleeping next to you

As we regenerate and strengthen each other

With warmth going deeper than what our skin can feel.

The End

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