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Pulling Out

That first night you held me
Longer than I expected
And I fed off you in the night
Like a moss, I embraced your skin.

It’s the last night now
Dry and disappointing,
Like the heel on a bread loaf,
This is what’s left.

...................................................

Extricating my body from yours,
You pulled out in multiple ways last night
And we slept as though I was not there
(the empty comfort of cuddling air)

I beg you to
Hold me lover.
I have no need of blankets
Give me the palms of your hands to wrap around.
Why is this bed such a desolate ground?

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