Talk is cheap.

We had our plate full of silence. We ate together.

The night is tender
Just as the sensations inside me

Scattered
In pieces

I rest
Almost beautifully

Wide awake
By the intoxicating lives we live together

This pillow is a mountain
I am crawling

Through your neck

This moment is your shoulder
Blade

Soft

Emotions turn opaque

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