My fingertips run along his sleeping body
(My hands will never forget him)
His skin smells of a foreign land
That has left scars and bruises on him
But I will heal your wounds as you sleep, lover
And encode every curve, every bone into memory
So that when you leave me
When you're cured and don't need me
I can always remember you.
01.17.07
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