black.

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I want to paint my face black and breathe
your pulse in through your skin. I want you to paint
your skin black and to put your hands on my body. I want
to cradle you in black hands and whisper secrets
back into your blood and for you to press your black lips
against me and tongue our story's end into my bones - but carefully
now. I carved our romance into my skin the day
that we first met; mind your fingers and look for the ellipses that all
the black paint can't hide.
They're marking all the places we left off and where
we should begin again.

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