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I suck my fingernails
where an ex-lover left
his wet skin.

It’s after midnight,
I taste him.

I think of him holding
my hands down,
staring into my eyes
as if he were watching
the sky exploding.

His eyes bloomed, his
hands tightened around
mine, pushing them
up above my head.

Quiet animals in
a dark room, silencing
each other with tongues
slipping past sighing lips.

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