L.P

You rattle the bones of my rib cage, an awakening,
touch me like your planing my body.
Fingertips whisper to my skin and oh how I listen. I barely breathe, lest a fragment of me leaves.
my ribs cave under the pressure of the breath that slips between these neatly parted lips, they quiver in the wake of you, corner to corner they tilt up and rip.
my skin shivers from the fire that burns me internally, my body rises in salute, eternally.




Words by stef lai
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Written on 2020-11-24 at 13:12

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