Vacancy

You'd lie perfectly in my arms in every parallel
With my back opposed to you, each inch was accounted for
The feeling of your breath upon the curve of my neck,
weight of your arms hugging my own,
our breaths syncing without effort

From the small of my back and every part of you below the waist
tracing me like a glove,
you shadowed a blanket of warmth and comfort over me that made me dig deeper
It was a sensation I hoped to never forget, nor long for

Yet here I lie, vacant and cold
Every moment of solitude I'm left craving your embrace
What I would do to taste your skin;
feel it tighten as your body convinced me you would fit into me like a puzzle
forever.
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photo taken by me at Mass MoCA
sculpture created by Anish Kapoor