Cheat

Kiss me again,
and under your breath mutter my name
as though it were burning the lining of your stomach
and tearing you apart at the seams.
A deep guttural need for you
pricks my skin all over
and I melt, weak at the edges
and corners of my soul.
An Incessant want for your company.
Your voice in the space between waking
and sleep.
You don’t see just how very much
I love you.

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