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Your body became so familiar

I touched your skin the same way I’d fumble down the side of the TV in the dark and know the difference between the

<off switch> and the <volume button>

Each line and freckle a constellation on your torso

I could read backwards like an anatomical astrologist.

We intertwine and I sigh softly

a shared unspoken bedtime language that

screamed

to the gods for just

five

more

minutes

Time stopped to matter and the matter of us across your old mattress pulled apart until your stars dimmed down to flickering filaments and I chose to switch them off.