So much

There’s just so much that I…

but I can’t

because you’re with yours

and I’m with mine

but oh the stories we could write

with sex and sweat on my ruffled bed sheets

And leave them dripping with inspiration that I could carry with me always

Unattainable we are

but on this page we are tangled, splattered

in words and wet ink

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