You confine me
In a place fit for maximum security
A holding cell made with your hands
Picking locks of hair with your fingertips
My body slowly leaning forward and
All it took was your lingering
Breaths on my neck
Leading me to
Spilling sanity into your psyche
A mess of my past
Mingling with this and trying that
Dripping from your ears
While the rest absorbs into memory banks
Refusing to cash my thoughts
To spend on toxic gossip
The only whispers lie
Between us
You
Who taught me that
Intimacy isn't a surface thing.
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love it!!!!! -fav
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