Love · Sex

Closer | Poems that Suck

 Close was never 
                                              close enough.
 Even if 
 I could hear you in my head,
 visit you in my dreams, 
 feel you buried deep inside 
                                                   me. 
 It was never enough.
 Maybe if I could have
 peeled back the fragile
                                                 layers
  
 of your skin, cracked open
 your ribs and found some
                                               comfortable
  
 place between your lungs
 and spleen to burrow into,
                                                I would've
 been satisfied. 
    

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