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Do I need to know
how many bones
you’ve fractured
beneath your
senescent skin.

In the depth of
your crinkles
the sweat
you’re perfusing

close your eyes
let me kiss you
on your eyebrow

the years you filled
the voice muffled
the arms curled
around me

all that
makes me
want you more
in love

I’d like that way

I had nothing
and little
to offer

is the becoming

before us