you smell like smoke and forestsMature

My friends are all in love. They tell me,
his love is like eternal summer, everlasting warmth.
I cannot wrap these words into knots on my tongue,
I cannot fit them behind my teeth or behind my lips.
My friends are all in love. They tell me,
when he touches me, my skin burns with hunger.
My scars tingle like phantom limbs; I cannot swallow
this idea, it gets lodged in my windpipe going down.
I do not know what love is.
When you touch me, electricity fizzles out and I am awash in quietude, 
solace, a hazy recollection that I’ve been here before.
I do not know what love is,
but you are a perpetual autumn and I am so tired of the summer.

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