scraps

when you run
your hands
over
her thighs
I’m there
under your skin

I grew there
as you grew
first broader
then apart

I am that mark
on the back of your hand
that look
in your eye
that phrase
that rolls
over
your tongue
as you kiss
her

look at her
with my eyes
can she see me
in the dark
with the nape of your neck
in the small of her hand
can she feel
my palm
on your cheek

when he holds my hand
and presses his chin
to my collarbone
I feel you
shrink
and recoil

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