Writing You Down To the Bones
A rush of blood to my fingertips and I am writing you,
sketching your lips in the shapes of letters.
The commas become your eyelashes,
S becomes your hip,
T, your face,
periods become our kisses;
shallow white bones in cursive strokes.
I write you down to forget you.
This is the only way I know how to erase you.
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