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Burrowing: college year 2 i was the first and certainly not the last
her pictures haunt me
the place where words about love
suddenly become a body
she is a heaving mass of flesh and
her breath exhales on your skin
in your dreams
her body is a familiar map to traverse
and her arm becomes a steady weight on your shoulders
and her laugh a drumbeat and her sighs a song
she made love to you on sleepy sundays
while you watched her face distort in pleasure
you loved her
for one and a half years
your body aches for her body
sometimes i want you to tell me
everything
about her
so i can fall in love with her too
sometimes now i want to ask
how bad did it hurt when it ended?
is your heart broken still?
