And I wouldn’t say no to something sweet
A quick run to the store
for painkillers to keep us going
air rushed in through spaces
respiring for you
like in between my fifth and sixth rib
the frontal lobe of my brain
the wind’s soft graze
on the graceful “J” of your jawline
I’m breathless,
I said.
It must be the cigarettes,
you whispered back.
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waitthereisalight said:
I love any poem that uses unconventional parts of the anatomy
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