BLEED
Waiting behind your thigh,
I whisper soft words down your ear.
Smooth skin creased in a tight pinch,
You reply with a stiff neck.
Street lights peer through dark curtains.
Your head inches up my outstretched arm.
I can see your stare,
Through my closed eyes.
Silent words weigh on my heavy spine.
A young couple drowning in the sound
Of their own breathing.
Tired like a wet match.
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