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it is under my tongue,
the shape of your
name, the feeling
comes back in waves.

keep my neck
covered, keep my eyes
down, keep it safe.

every vibration
blesses, holy pulse
never strains, pressure's
not always constraint.

it is under my breath,
the hope of a
universe speeding
toward active grace.

keep my nails
dug into the gravedirt,
attempt to own it
before it claims me.

every sigh
makes it worse;
the insanity of measured
restraint.
i will hold you
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