I wrote this
the last night I saw you,
etched it on bended knees.
I know what it is like
to drop through ether,
for the first time swim
Your body smelled of
carnation and thyme,
your taste remains on my tongue.
In the narrow bed of our bodies
I didn’t need air, I breathed you.
Original Article: https://aheartafire.wordpress.com/2016/04/28/remains/
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