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Her hand presses into my back
And it burns like her palm is branding me.
Letting the world know
That the heart inside belongs to her.
I pray she cannot feel through my spine
How fast my heart is beating inside of my ribs,
But I realize she won’t be able to feel the stuttering palpitations
Because my heart is momentarily taking sanctuary
Inside of my throat.
My mouth cannot form words
And my breath is held tight in my lungs;
Constricting like i’m trying not to scare
A small animal from leaving my side.
I breathe out heavily every time she rubs her hand down,
As though she is pushing the air out by herself;
Taking control of more of my body than I predicted she would.
Eyes blinking closed, I feel a tear escape down my cheek to hide in my hair
I underestimate the love I have for her
and that is my downfall.
I know its wrong to feel this way,
But I feel — deep down in my soul —
That there is some universe out there
Where we are together and we are happy.
This is not that universe.
My heart pounds loudly in my ears
All I can feel is my trembling breath on my curled up hand
And the shame that her burning palm brings to me
She still lets go.
I still let her.
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