Your fingertips caress my skin
and I shiver in fear
of what this all means
as you pull webs
from my heart to take home
for display in your showcase
of conquests. I wait
for your return because I know
this will not be the last time
I see you, the last time I feel you.
You are the only one who reaches
for me anymore. Damaged goods.
Debris covered shore that no one
looks to love anymore.
Your touch is cool with years
but it is the only warm embrace
I receive, that I will receive,
until you have pulled
every last grain of me
into your depths
for a proper burial
out at sea where I can drown
in the past I will never escape.
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