your hands, my hair
my throat, my wrists,
your body on mine,
anything to stop the chaos of our minds.
you only know how to tame this mess of a brain
because you've lived your whole life with the same.
your whispered breaths
against my flesh
that trauma seeks trauma,
and pain can numb pain,
and you're older than me,
you'll show me the way.
so the bruises you leave
on my raw, tender skin
are your mark in time
of a moment of when
you used your body
to set our minds free...
...even if just for a moment.
11/11/2020
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