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Shadow

When you kiss

him, your finger finds

its way inside the curve

of his ear. You’ve gotten

to know

the feel of his skin,

his scent an outpour.

Your hands roam

the regions

of his skin, but

you’ve also climbed

under his dermis, invaded

his capillaries, you’ve ridden

the waves of his veins,

& settled

the left & right

ventricles of his heart.

It won’t be a story

with a good ending.

Something

in his chest

will tear apart

—something

grown over,

tangled,

uncared for.

There’s no ointment

for heartache.

No pill for lovelorn.

Every time

you leave him,

silence swallows

the apartment you shared

& he’s suspended

in the dark

warmth of its throat.