save me
with your closeness
i can feel your breath
mine is a death rattle
don't let go
every time you move
i flinch
i wonder
are you coming to me
every time you move
my heart skips
but you never
go to me
please
hold me
save me with your closeness
i can feel your breath
YOU ARE READING
Inkmouth
Poetryin the plethora of pornography options for the modern saint [Poetry #51] [2015]