you and your
butterfly fingertip kisses
gently caress the walls
I've spent a lifetime creating.
have you gotten close enough
to taste the demons
on my breath
when you kiss me, love?
I climb into your arms
like I climb into bed.
my eyes are closed
but I am wide awake,
your lips inside mine.
my throat is the place
everything collapses.
it has been choked
by blades of wrist,
slammed into walls
as my world gave in,
tasted the sharpness
of pocket knife temptations.
but your palms, love,
they touch me deeper
than the sharpest blade
ever could.
I wear your hands like a necklace
close my eyes
and let you watch me breathe,
the demons wandering
in and out of my lungs.
I wonder how long
before you swallow one,
and if it will come back
an angel.
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