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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2009 Mar 20 Comment on this Work [[2009.03.20.23.47.633]] |
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The heat of your skin wakes me A memory of someone you're not Still tracing fingertips along my hips Exposed half-sleeping to the night The hollow of my chest throbs cold No pulse racing through my veins Only a space where my heart should be And a knowing I should feel more The chill of night's air contrasting With the burn of your sudden touch Your mouth searching in the darkness Seeking to breathe into me life But there has been no breath in me Since the day his lips left mine I was DOA darling So take me dead, not alive |