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Ache

What my heart wouldn’t do
to love you back to life.
Strip you of your nightmares
& smother you in ever after.
All those aches of three a.m
offerings to twisted white sheets
& unearthly flesh consumed.
Beneath tin roofs & the sound
of heartbeats & writhing rain.
The way your pulse would feel
against my skin as no other has been.
To lick your wounds, tracing scars
with soft breaths & feral instincts.
Biting down on your collarbone
to calm the need to taste anything sweet.
Drenching my tongue among the salt
of you whimper, while you remember
what it feels like to scream out my name.