Poetry · Writing

power outage;

i can’t stay away if i wanted to

your hands melt my skin

leaves handprints behind like wet cement

i could never wash you away

like hunger i crave you

your lips against my skin

sends my nerves in to all hands on deck emergency

it is a power outage inside

body unlocks like an orange being peeled

and your love is the knife

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