apple
press my lips to your neck.
fingertips trace patterns on your skin.
hands find the small of your back.
look at you, for a long time.
set you free–
the prison of
love and hate.
release the cruel tether
and fly,
the sun
before you.
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Skin is a loaded word and you unload it perfectly here.
Thank you, mt.