Inkmouth

ghost in my stomach

i can feel the ghost of your touch

when i drift out of sleep

you're so close

a shadow of warmth

you're closer

when i open my eyes

you're closer

when you're not here

your fingertips

skim along my stomach

slide onto my hip

snap of paper bones

you treat me as fragile

i'm careless with you

but you're the precious one

cling to me

crawl underneath my skin

we can be warm together

slipping underneath

each other's ribcages

your fingertips

skim along my stomach

i close my eyes

and pretend that

you are here

i close my eyes

and pretend that

your smell is real

your breath against my neck

the way you tremble a little

when you exhale

cling to me

i'll cling to you

i can feel the ghost of your touch