I've never walked so short a distance to find
you,
And now I realize(with my own body laid out
before me, prepped for incision)
I know nothing about anatomy.
The touch of your hands could fix me(stitch
me, stop the bleeding)
But under your sheets(barely warm)I would
Feel alive(dead)
And never know the difference.
In
my drawer in the mortuary, I will be breathing.
Cheek pale, but eyes bright/and wide/and
blinking.
Heart still beating as I crumble very
very slowly
In my short(effortless)life, I've never felt so rewarded by a smile,
Your eyes have never been so closed, and
Your hands have never felt so smooth.
I've seen nothing that resembles a star as you do.
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