I love you like a leech loves the ankle of a wader in warm summer water, I love you, let my teeth sink into your skin and let me swish your warm blood around in my mouth like listerine. I love you like the leech, I will most likely leave a mark, but all in the name of adoration. You fill in every corner of my soul like a “color by the number” sheet. You paint my weekdays with thick and coarse reds that dwindle into soft baby pinks. Your gentle fingers peel the mask that’s melded itself to my face with sweat and tears, my epidermis can feel daylight’s rays kiss its faint figure once more, a sensation I haven’t felt since I was six on the swing set. good morning, good night, the sun rises and sets, next you do the days don’t pass, I live within them.
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